Peter Steele. (№ 392583)

I tried to mask the pain, drowning in cocaine and alcohol, until I decided that I'm the Pope. I walked the streets in the Soviet and Nazi uniform. I put a sign near my house, inviting robbers, and left the front door open. I was lying under the bed in night vision goggles, waiting for the people to come - but it never happened. The attackers never came, damn ***Sosa. I was a complete idiot.