“I’ve tried – for years I’ve fucking tried, and you, you know what you are? – you’re a Halloween decoration still in the shop on November the first, you’re a joke, you’re like someone on a rugged mountaintop shouted release the kraken and all they fucking get is lukewarm calamari and shigellosis, you’re a fucked-out old racehorse with a future as household fucking adhesive, and – hey – do you think I haven’t had options, eh, Malc? If you think women aren’t interested in me, you’re fucking wrong, and men too – I was seeing my ex-wife again – you know she’s got a kid? Eight years old, needs a dad, that should’ve been me, it should’ve fucking been me, but I couldn’t because you, the ghost of Fuckmass past, you’ve left barbs in my skin and if anyone else tries to fucking touch me it fucking hurts. And I’ve had job offers – Holyrood, they fucking headhunted me, Jamie MacDonald, they said, he gets shit done - and I said no, I told them to fuck off because it wouldn’t be any fun without you. You’ve ruined my entire fucking life, you hinge-jawed, ectothermic, parasitic cunt.”
“I know. That’s what I was trying to say. I love you too.”
【安详升天。