Negan rat face uses the fact that I don't have any qualifications and he does to intimidate me. All I have is immersion in art and the existential juices that flow into it, the becoming of an animal and being on a hunt at hand. He puffs his chest out, puffs his pieces of scribbled addresses and brain diet sheets out, and brings me back to the ontology of being some ADHD-ridden pervert who hurt people because I was too stupid to know any better. Yes, I was a piece of shit with my friends. You can't push charges on someone who just turned 18, I didn't know what I was doing. I never laid a finger on anyone, I was just a fucking creep. I thought being promiscuous would be a way out, but that never amounted to anything. If I hurt anyone without being fully aware, then I admit it's my fault. It's so random that he'd just show up and look into that, like he came out in preparation just to hate me- someone who's down anyway, then just kick me in the face and stab me in the guts.