The true Borderline Sociopathic Boy builds his own man cave in the winter. It's usually warmer in there than the living room in your house, because dad keeps reading the oil bill and turning the thermostat down.
I lost my job making glass eyes for merry-go-round horses back in my youth. I decided to become a mercenary commando soldier, you know, hired gun, but unwisely chose the Salvation Army as my outfit. I never got to kill anybody, and I've got tinnitus in my right ear from the bell now.