The Emporer has new clothes, who'll be the one to tell him he's naked?

Hey, since not a single person has a clue, can you tell me how I'm doing? Actually, can you tell me if I'm doing anything?

When you think you're doing something, but it turns out, it was gonna happen anyway, that's crazy talk.

But if you think something and boom, see it happening the next day, that's awfully coincidental. So, did I/do I do anything in the RW? Am I waking people up?

Seriously, if I'm not doing crap, why should I even worry about doing crap…i'd rather sit in a corner and not do anything rather than screw something up. Trust me, I can screw it up, it's my nature. Once I took down Aldi's payment system, using my apple watch…they had to accept cash only that day…opps.

So, am I driving, or am I the passenger?

Should I crawl into that corner?

Also I should point out my battle scars smell, and it's a little off-putting in social settings. Maybe a little heavenly help on that topic. What's cool is I have scars on the tops of my feet from severe sunburn while wearing Teva sandals. That happened 33 years ago, still got them, like a tattoo, it never goes away. Unlike Tatoo who was buried on fantasy island, the pain, the pain. He had a flat head, big ears and dentures, Ricardo could put his drink down on top of tattoo's head, grab his ears and go to town.

Fantasy island.