Mine do. I was talking to this guy next to me and I was like 'so, howz was your weekend', expecting him to have watched a film and gone out to dinner or something. So he responds with this three minute rant about how he got drunk, beat up a drug dealer, stole all his money, and hijacked a car. I decided to be polite and play along but inside I was screaming and worrying that I was becoming friends with a psychopath. This guy is 16, bitch please.