I’m trying to pump up myself to write a piece of text about psychopathy. All three other group members already wrote their part. We’re making a scientific poster titled “Is there a psychopath hidden in your brain?” But, do I even want to know? It’s all very close to home, with a mother who’s been accusing her ex-husband (my dad) of being a psychopath for, like, forever, and, simultaneously, this monkey in my brain, pointing it’s accusative little finger straight at me.