Antoine. No, you haven't heard wrong. There are things we never plan to be. Like an extrovert. What offends you into thinking you don't have anything in common with Antoine? A fugitive hernia is still a fugitive. I was unhappy all the time because at the back of my mind the Thompsons next door left and never returned my Abba Greatest Hits album. I had more than one copy to figure out my fear of silver rings. Like Antoine. My dear belly button who just won't quit. Please. Don't judge Antoine by its piercing. Its ugly, ugly infection.