‘I know how you feel. I’m such a fool I knocked half my teeth out and hacked my leg to useless pulp. Look at me now, a cripple. It’s amazing where a little foolishness can take you, if it goes unchecked. We clumsy types should stick together, don’t you think?’
This hit hard. Self-loathing wrapped in wit, but it’s also a plea — for connection, for someone to see him. “We clumsy types should stick together” sounds funny until you feel the loneliness underneath.
