I will be the bastard Jon Snow. I currently have the hair and facial hair to match and have gathered together an arrangement of black winter clothing...

I just have to find something to do while wearing it, besides sitting alone in my house, at the end of a dead-end street, surrounded by vacant houses and empty lots, with the sound of children's laughter echoing far off in the distance, reminding me of my favorite holiday as a child like a forlorn bell. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell...

Which leads people to ask Jay or Ellwood. To which I respond, the one who drank himself to death. Then I do a killer impression of that for 45 minutes.