(be careful, kiddo. i don't mean in a basic 'mind your temper' way, either. when your grandad and me were leaving derry, the clown came to say goodbye. it made me need a drink, and it made your grandad so angry, he wanted to beat the shit out of it with his bare fists and then run it over in the van bryn got for us. as long as the anger's just you, you can control it. i know you can.)