I woke up to a pounding headache. On painkillers now. What the fuck did I do last night? And what's this gun doing in my hand?
I tried to save them all. As usual. I did. I broke enough of my rules to try. But they're all stupid.
I feel like Clarice Starling. Who in her youth opened the gates of the pen, but the lambs just stayed there, silent. Debleated.
So I guess I'll be Hannibal instead.
The seeds of destruction, when sown, can never be dug up again. You can't take it back.
And one day, Bruce Wayne wakes up and looks into the mirror, and sees the clown make-up.
Oh well.
I guess we all roll with the punches.
I'm gonna finish this bottle of cough mixture. See you in another life, brother.
