I don't know anything, but mother always wanted a radio son to spread the word. I feel like two men with very different perspectives. The two fight inside me—I never know which one will win. I think I'm the nicer one, but I don't know. Mother is rolling her eyes at me. She says that no one is better than me—and that I'm no better than anyone else. I don't know which one she's talking about, but she says the time to get rid of the other will come. —I don't know which one she's talking about! She says this is the word. I just want to be a good person, I tell her. She is rolling her eyes at me.