Yes, I'd like to order a big ball of angst, please, with extra apprehension. Can I, uh, super-size it? Yeah, then I'd like a large side of...um, cold feet and a medium glass of timidity. Then, for dessert, I'd like a giant bowl of heebie-jeebies. Oh, and I have this frequent-customer card thing, so this whole order should be free. Thanks.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.