I don't feel too affected by it.

I'm not the one who's onto it like a skunk.

I'm used to it, in a way, and people are nicer to me, now.  Like, they don't linger on something stupid, which is not fun in Orlando because people here get all in your beeswax.

I pretty much have it together.  It's benefited me, but I wish it never happened.  I was going along a good path.  Now, I have to worry about death, though.  I really wanted to be a movie star.  I can't believe I was ratted.  People make a big deal if I get mad, but there's always a reason.  It's not like something came up and I went on about something.  I guess, I imagine, if I play my cards right, I can go out into the world, bit by bit.  Nothing bad should really happen.  No one's hunting me down, now...