It’s a fucking stupid messed up world. I’ve got my God. He speaks to me everyday. Somethings I just can’t work out so I leave them be, okay? Even if I think they’re wrong, because I know someday he’ll make me understand. I’ve got that trust. It’s called belief. I’m a lucky man.
Sometimes I think I was born backwards, you know came out my mum the wrong way. I hear words go past me backwards. The people I should love I hate, and the people I hate…
Him and his mum can come live with me at the Community Centre! I can get free food from the vending machines and I’ll steal booze from the kitchen. I’ll steal from other babies! I’ll go to the park and forage for nuts and berries!
Every time. Every fucking time. “Buy three ounces of weed, Sidney.” Oh yes, sir. “Shove a bag of pills up your ass, Sidney.” Oh, right away. “Come help me save some random bint.” Oh, could I? What have we learned, Sidney? Your friends are shitheads.
Everything you could ever want from an evening. Songs, choir girls, colourful costumes, fellatio… rabbits.