Yes, I am a bad person. Yes, I like making you feel like shit. Yes, i know your weaknesses. Yes, i know when you lie. Yes, I’ve studied psychology for years now. Yes, I can tell what you’re going to say before you say it. Yes, the comfort you feel around me is a facade. Yes, I use you. Yes, I like it. Yes, I have no conscience. Yes, I’m “heartless” as you put it. Yes, I analyze everything I see.
No, I don’t care.
I Love each and every one of you, my little droogs, and i wouldn’t trade you for all the Pretty Polly in the world. With you, I have a shoulder to platch on, and a bunch of right well Rasoodocks to pony my problems without taking out the sedative to put me away. I wish i could invite each of you to a chai and a chat, but alas many of you are so far. i bid you adieu, as i’m off to zasnoot now, as the day has been full of the old ultraviolence, in-out and the like.
Farewell my little droogs!
Your Humble Narrator,