I'm a little autistic, and I've been on medication ever since I'd been diagnosed with prostrate cancer seven years ago. Consequently, I don't think like a normal person and I've never really been a part of any crowds. It might sound like a cliché story, and I've bitten people who've told me this in the past, but if that's what you want to call my life, I might as well just kill myself, because I don't want to live in a place where I'm not accepted. I'm not even joking about how serious I am.

Therefore, I urge you not to throw broccolis, or any other fruits at me, when I displease you, because I've been traumatized by vegans in the past, and I have a habit of subconsciously angering people. I don't want to be sent to psychotic therapy again for trying to write a book, and I know it's pathetic, but it's very possible in my case.

So, please, help me get along in this community by providing a cancer-friendly environment; it would help me more than chemotherapy.