None.

I'm missing something and I'm not sure what it is. Was it that feeling, at 4am of looking into the eyes of someone that understood me? It's that euphoria - of being high on valium at 6pm in Paris, with that beautiful girl in the bathtub, asking me to join her. I wish I had. I feel like there is one person in the world who I could of fallen in love with, and I can't bear to say her name aloud. I feel a tantrum coming on. 'Angry Inch'/Hedwig and the Angry Inch, is quite possibly one of the best songs ever written, and Hedwig isn't real. I could watch that film every day.