When I was a teenager, if anyone recognized me for anything I did, it would ruin my day. I couldn’t handle it. It was some sort of neurotic phobia. I guess I was paranoid that people would treat me differently, or in an unfair way, because of my job.
"Being the second child, at first, at least to me, seemed really difficult because my brother, Dan, was six and a half years older than I was and that meant he was always better at everything, whether it was a sport or a video game, anything," [x]