"Who am I? Why, I\'m you.
I\'m the nasty glee in the name-callers and the long-suffering pain, the sel.
I am the thousand tiny angers and fleeting rages of your day--at the car that cuts you off on the freeway, at the kid who sneaks ahead of you in line at the movies, at the old fart with the full basket in the eight-items-only express checkout at the supermarket.
I\'m the touch of Richard Speck, Ed Gein, John Wayne Gacy, Ted Bundy, and Bin Laden in all of you.
The best parts.
Or parts of you. "Who am I? Why, I\'m you