I’ve thought about this a hundred times, maybe even a thousand times in the last ten years. How if I didn’t hate him as much as I did, I would almost feel bad for him. For his pathetic, disgusting existence that’s been reduced to this—drinking himself to death in front of a busted-ass TV in a piece-of-shit trailer. That’s his life. That’s the only future he’ll ever have, and it’s just… sad.
