No! I remodeled the basement, picked the lock, hopped a freight train, and married into the gentry years ago. Since then, I've founded a company, been betrayed by my closest friends, written a book (which turned out to be unreadable), set myself on fire repeatedly, violently subdued villainous bandits, fallen in love with beautiful women, broken their hearts, had my heart broken by them, and digitized the Oxford English Dictionary.

I've read through ancient, forgotten books in faraway lands; I've learned strange tongues and seen fortunes won and lost; I've comforted the grieving, and I've restrained deadly robots as they wriggled to escape my grasp.

I've comforted the suicidal, and I've broken the trust of those who placed their hopes in me.

After midnight, I danced in the moonlight with a beautiful Brazilian as we stood guard outside her now-demolished ecovillage; she told me she'd thought she'd lost the ability to fall in love. We didn't need any music.

I've studied at the knee of wise elders, meditated in monasteries, translated poetry, and embraced madmen who predicted my demise in their psychotic ravings.

I've made foolish mistakes whose consequences maimed those I loved, and I've averted catastrophe innumerable times.

And most of that is even true.

Thanks for asking! I hope you're doing well too :)