Something‘s wrong with me, Rick Foster, admit it. I‘m a terrible camel driver, a clumsy art thief, I hug dead people, steal carts of horse dung, and impersonate doctors. I‘ve been hauled in by secret police, came close to second degree murder, and continue to make my first crush think I am some kind of government agent. And at 16, I‘m a really bad liar. So why start behaving myself now?