When I grow up, I want to become a snarky jaded bitter old man, just like him. Complete with asshole-tearing writing skills and all.
Ah, I wish…
No, please, don’t object: try as I might, I know I’m nowhere near that level of bitter, yet… I can’t keep up.
Plus, it just might be that I don’t care enough (I’m told caring only comes with age or when you go off your meds).
But I’m sure glad somebody does.