I told you!

See!

His soul is about puking over trash cans and looking a blue-eyed birdies.
You can't judge a soul just because it pukes over a trash can.
All of us puke in a trash can one time or another. We just don't physically do it.
Our soul, it does all the dirty work for us. We just hide all the true things behind humanly self. In truth, we all wish do be extraordinary, to write great works of art or produce masterpieces for the world to remember us by. The ones that do end up getting remembered are the ones that let themselves puke over trash cans, laugh at themselves, or are just plain crazy.

Imagine charles bukowski having to teach his own works. He probably would become a John Nash.