Once upon a time... There was a boy. He was a writer, a musician, a teacher, and an overall friendly person. That boy became a man. That man was me. I used to be somebody. I know this sounds strange. Isn't everyone somebody? I suppose, in some twisted way, I still am somebody. Just nobody important. I used to have a life. That I'm still living, still breathing as I write this is unimportant. I had a job. I had school. I had more than just an existence. I mattered to peopl...