Dinny, Dinny, Dinny. Like some parable that begins in the southern province of China you have done something stupid enough to irrevocably prove your innate selfishness, foolishness and insecurity and possibly end up in Under One Roof if they ever did another season.

Really, I convinced myself I was the good guy. I convinced myself that it was the Martyrdom of Saint Me. I was the good guy.

Then I saw my reflection in a puddle in a certain some dark alleyway. Trench coat clad and gun raised at what I could never hurt. Last time it was me on the floor, gun barrel between teeth

Which is worse? Victim? Or Heartless Killer?

I was a fool for thinking I was the former and a downright idiot for falling into the shoes of the latter. I look back through the archives or everything that mattered to me and saw things I couldn't have written completely sober.

Grow the fuck up boy! It's not that hard for people to love you. Understand that and stop giving people a hard time for showing their own rare, exotic brand of affection that takes a understanding to appreciate.

It's not too much to trust a few people completely.

I know you know what I foolishly thought you didn't. So here you go Sherlock(s). Decipher this.