"Aren't you scared?" the first stranger who I meet off of MySpace asks me.
"That I'll be murdered?" I finish.
"Yes," he says, then takes a moment to survey my 6-foot-2-nonpixellated-live-in-person-outside-the-tiny-user-screen frame.
"Don't worry," he assures me. "You are too tall to murder. It would take many men."



