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I do love me some gratuitous Johnny Depp photos posted about for no apparent reason. Like Johnny I have always had an affection for damaged people, those who know they’re damaged. They’re far more interesting, they have a kind of strength I admire, they know they can survive, and they’re far more likely to have some humility.

We’re all damaged in one way or another. Some of us have been healed, molded on a Potter’s table and fired in a kiln, but we’re all a  bit screwy. The people who really scare me are the ones who don’t know that. You have to tip toe past these people very quietly, whispering, Shhhh….they like to think they’re the only ones.