I am rather lugubrious at the monet. I mean, moment. I just spent seven hours drinking.
Around 10 glasses of crimson liquid and four black drinks, as well as assorted amber glasses.
I disocvered more proof tonight that people - formerly my great bane - just wanted to be treated as humans. No matter if they are lowly scribes like me, or high top of the mountain whatever the fuck.
I did not judge. I did not preach. I was honest and relaxed. I got nothing to prove, and I discovered that I could slug it with the best of them.
The reason is simple. I was human. I was not a threat. I was not a competitor. I was not a schemer nor a backstabber. I was just me, baby.
Even though I was tired as hell.
They don't understand, do they, Amir? Very few do.
I give you the secrets of the universe.
Enjoy yourself. You do have a choice, you know.
A rock may be hard as hell, but water, while soft and cool and refreshing, can be violent and forceful at times. Be water, my friends, be water.
What do I know? I'm just a kid who was born near the swamps. I'm just Remy LeBeau, motherfucker. I'm just Remy LeBeau.