It hurts to be in some people's minds. Like this guy on the street I just saw. In his twenties, t-shirt, likely drunk, and it's not even noon. I couldn't stop myself in time and made the Connection automatically and it was like a confused torture chamber of everything out of proportion and moving and loud and ragged jagged metal screeching. Now I need some mouthwash to get the beer or whatever out of my mind. I need to go find a park with some happy kids in it or something.