'... or is the Class Clown another facade in your cast of false identities?.... When people ask me why I stayed, I simply state the fact that when I walked in, despite their warnings, it didn't feel like a trap.... I walked in and made myself comfortable without knowing and without caring that the door was locked, and when the curtain finally rose and the pleasent exterior melted away, it was too late. The door was locked and I was stuck, just as they said I'd be.

The funny thing is, is that I was naive enough to believe that one of my characters could change him. Maybe the funny girl, the flirty one, the geek, the nerd, the athletic, the compassionate... One! Maybe. Just. One....

But of course I didn't...

The puppet master can't play 6 puppets at once! Its hands and strings will tangle, until eventually all the puppets do is flop lifelessly: like ragdolls...... or corpses.'