The daytime world never wanted me. I could never find a place in it that didn't feel like torture, like prison. I was never able to buy in or believe enough to allow me to rip whole chunks off of myself in order to fit, to become part of the machine. Instead, I ran the other way to a life of no rules and deviancy. The deviants liked me, big surprise, and I have remained amongst them. They taught me that embracing that part of yourself that refuses conformity is the only way to remain sane, that is, if you're lucky enough to have that part, in the first place. Some people have conformity in their DNA and won't understand this. They are meat rabbits, born for the stew.