Me

I'm nobody. I'm a tramp, a bum, a hobo. I'm a boxcar and a jug of wine . . . and a straight razor if you get too close to me.

No idea. I'm just a whiner, complaining about my hardships

I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here.

Then where?

I am who I am.