It hasn't always been easy. Once I was rotten. I looked rotten. I thought rotten. I could tell by the way people stared away from me that they were thinking, "There goes a rotten kid."

So, I decided to convert. I studied to be nice. At first it was pure affectation. Outside I did favors, lent money, smiled a lot. But inside, I stayed ROTTEN. Give niceness an inch though, and it takes a mile. Niceness ran rampant inside of me. I became a compulsive DOLL. When I came into a room people CHEERED. I became dependent on it. I got nicer and NICER.

Even when it wasn't necessary I was nice. Guys wouldn't curse in my company. Girls began to think of me as a FRIEND. I gave my minister a GUILT COMPLEX. I tried to cut down but I had lost the power to. I WAS HOOKED ON NICE!!! Do you know what It's like to have a forty pound monkey on your back?