I hate about 85% of people that I meet. I’m an awful person. In reality my only redeeming qualities are my face, my amazing scissoring skills and the fact that children love me.
True on all accounts.
You’re an idiot, Pete. You’re a dancing monkey, just one bad decision away from the bottle. You really think that Artie wants to be your substitute father? Playing daddy to a weak-willed six-year-old trapped in an aging man’s body? Still whining about letting his father die in a fire, when you should have saved him!
And you! With your uncompromising prudish rigidity. And your condescension, your infuriating belief that you’re always the smartest one in the room! You’re on a direct path to spending the rest of your life … alone.