IMAGINE YOU’RE EVIL. Not misunderstood. Not sad. But evil. Imagine you’ve got a heart that spends all day wanting more. Imagine your mind is a selfish room full of pride or pity. Imagine you’re like Brandon Goff and you find poor kids in the halls and make fun of their clothes, and you flick their ears until they scream in pain and swing their arms, and so you pin them down and break their fingers. Or you spit in his food in the cafeteria.
