When I was a kid, five-six years old, I was very obsessed. Every fibre in me resonated, that I was the anti-christ. I researched, at a library, (anybody remember libraries?) I learnt the anti-christ has the sign of the beast, 666, on his/her body. I searched everywhere for my 666. I even used a magnifying mirror to explore certain cavities. No luck. No 666. Sigh. Then all of a sudden, a gift from below, I received a revelation, my scalp. I shaved my head, looked into a mirror, and to my dismay only saw 999. Double sigh.
