Oh, so you want me to talk about my self to feed your pathetic eager to haunt people and observe their lives, well you have to have some imagination, you see but don't observe. Because If you did, you would probably notice That I'm not the Real Sherlock Holmes, I'm Sherlock Holmes.

P.S.
If you're desperate, unloved, persecuted, if you need a final court of appeal, and only if your life gets too strange, too impossible, too frightening, you can find your last hope at 221B Baker Street, and don't even bother to come if your case is mundane.