The broom at first appears normal. But the closer you get, the more abnormal it becomes. This is a visual metaphor of the biographical fact that quite often the more people learn about me, the closer they come, the less they like me.
After a lot of thought I’ve decided it’s either because I want to keep everyone at a distance, or that I’m just basically hard-wired to be an unlikable guy.
The older I get, the more I lean toward the latter interpretation.
Now fuck off. All of ya!