This is the funniest shit I've ever read. You can smell Anglin's jaded, worn-down musk through the thin layer of Aryan wax. Through all the shit he's been through, he's been chiselled down to the embodiment of a damn-near-perfect Hellenistic statue. You can see how he crumpled up and threw out the last fuck that he had to give, not even out of spite— *he doesn't have to give a fuck anymore:* it naturally comes to him.