"It wouldn't be very accurate for me to say that I can't complain, because I have," I admitted. "Everyone's lives have their own problems which seem as big to them as mine do to me, so there's really no point or reason to try for sympathy. But every so often, it's a little disconcerting to be flipping pancakes during breakfast rush hour and look up and see someone with an axe buried in their head sitting at one of the tables waiting for me to notice them."