Yeah okay maybe sometimes I look in the mirror and I see quiet twenty-five year old man with muscles and brown hair and blue eyes and a square jawline and a nose that’s almost exactly the same shape as mine who’s exquisitely smart and who is also very stupid and who is still sulking around college campuses for no discernable reason except that he can’t move on from a world that he loves and I think – fuck. You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain. And then I think – I’m not like him. We aren’t the same person. And then I think
I’m exactly like him. Oh fuck oh God I’m exactly like him. This is actually really funny
And I think about that all the time.