There’s times I miss the man I used to be. Not the ignorance, but the innocence, and the people I’ve “betrayed” there. I don’t much need to drown things today, but I hate the butcher they made me become and the fact we once were happy, thinking we would save the world.
Being the villain in this little drama’s better than the victim, but there are times it gnaws on you, new leases on the world or not. In lieu of something desperate and destructive, does anyone want lunch and to buy decorations for the trees that seem to go in people’s sitting rooms at Christmas here? I think I’d like to buy one for my place.