I always worry that maybe people aren't
gonna like me when I go to a party.

Isn't that crazy?
Do you ever get kind of a sick feeling in
your stomach when you dread things?

I wouldn't wanna miss a party,
but every time I go to one...

...I keep feeling like
the whole world's against me.

See, I've spent my whole life
in military academies.

My mother doesn't have a place for me
where she lives...

...and she doesn't know
what else to do with me.

You mustn't misunderstand about
my mother. She's really a lovely person.

I guess every boy thinks his mother
is beautiful, but my mother really is.

She tells me in every letter how sorry
she is that we're not together more...

...but she has to think of her work.
One time we were together, though.
She met me in San Francisco once...

...and we were together for two whole
days, just like we were sweethearts.

It was the most wonderful time
I ever had.

Then I had to go back
to the military academy.

Every time I walk into that barracks,
I get a kind of....

A kind of a....
I'm sorry.
Kind of a depressed feeling.
It's got hard, stone walls.
You know what I mean?

I guess I've bored you enough,
telling you about myself.

Thank you.
Sorry about that. I goofed up the last
couple of lines. I guess I'm nervous.