We all have scars. Mental ones and physical ones. *puts the harmonica back and takes of one of my leather gloves, showing a lightning bolt scar on my left hand and it has a triangle on the otherside of my hand where all the lines of my hands are* We're all insane but sane. We're on the same boat, society's boat will sink while ours will still sail through stormy waters. *the lightning bolt scar glows and so does the triangle*