You don't want to know me. You'll sit there expecting me to open up about how shitty my life has been, or is. The first agenda on your list is probably my childhood, right? You want to me to tell you how lousy it was, that my parents never loved me as much as my sister, that I resented my father for that until he dropped dead. No, you don't want to hear all that Good Will Hunting kind of crap. Plus, I don't feel like re-living it if you don't want to know the truth.