I know nothing of myself or others. I indulge in drugs and scenes that involve twenty some thing year olds when I (Edward) am 36. I pay for everything and give everything, and I allow my self to be used by others as well as those who may or may not truly love me. As a brother of other wise. Why? Because, it draws them back, for I am alone, because I believe in bribing friendship. And I prefer my ignorance for I am so foolish that I truly believe that ignorance is bliss. I can only imagine the daemon which will come for me as a price for such bliss.