I live in the middle on nowhere, on an unpronounceable street on the first floor, there's only one floor, my name is DUCK MAN. I'm 24 years old, I believe in taking care of myself, a balanced diet and a rigorous exercise routine. In the morning, if my hands aren't shaking, I'll take 360mg of extended release amphetamine, while doing my daily jelq session. I can do a thousand now. After I start to feel heart palpitations, I go to the vitamin closet, for multivitamins, I take two gummy dinosaurs, then, a gummy fruit pastel, and a single magic bean. Then I chug down 2 grams paracetamol to slow the approaching migraine, while I prepare the rest of my routine. I always use a painkiller with little or no risk of stomach ulceration, because stomach ulcers are incredibly painful and make you die. Then two tabs of zinc, then omega-3, followed by a final megadose of vitamin D3. There is an idea of a DUCK MAN, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me. Only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours, and maybe you can even sense our life styles are probably comparable, I simply am not there.