I remember seeing all these fresh cuts all over his arms. He was always so flip about them, almost boastful. And like a retarded teenager, I said, ‘Wow, those are so cool!’ And he was so angry. That night, he was so drunk that I think I saw a level of honesty I never saw before or after. He said, ‘That is not cool. It’s pathetic.’ Actually, after that, we never had any profound interaction. Maybe it’s because I’d seen behind the curtain.