That story would comfort you. I pick and choose every battle and just decided you're a weak cunt that can dish it out but not take it. The others were right, you can't teach a middle aged failure to stand and be a man. My faith in you never wavered till I was asked to pull the trigger. Stay mad, we've got a new project. This one might be redeemable and not a sad fuck full of excuses. The most fucked up bit is you'll never know how close you came. A man like you is incapable of friendship or a future. I mourn you.