[ he has maybe reached his threshold. his "i am a kind and compassionate shepherd to my flock" and straight into an explosion waiting to happen. He really wants to go fuck something up. Set off fireworks. Get another tattoo. Buy a car.
Something, anything, that dislodges this overwhelming amount of feeling.
It's been a brutal... however fucking long it's been since Chrissy Cunningham was broken to bits in his trailer. And then he was on the run. Then watching Patrick get equally mangled. More hiding. More running. More monsters. Eventually just - fucking dying because he's a fuckup who can't do anything right. Getting trapped in a world not knowing if he'll ever see the town that hated him so much they were willing to do a little mob justice, acclimating to losing part of himself and -
And it's a lot. And he is, maybe, unable to handle these sudden extra balls that have been thrown in. His phone buzzes and he covers his face with a groan, keeping it there until he motivates himself to roll over and -
Fuck. ]
Gonna be real man I don't think Saturday is happening.
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Something, anything, that dislodges this overwhelming amount of feeling.
It's been a brutal... however fucking long it's been since Chrissy Cunningham was broken to bits in his trailer. And then he was on the run. Then watching Patrick get equally mangled. More hiding. More running. More monsters. Eventually just - fucking dying because he's a fuckup who can't do anything right. Getting trapped in a world not knowing if he'll ever see the town that hated him so much they were willing to do a little mob justice, acclimating to losing part of himself and -
And it's a lot. And he is, maybe, unable to handle these sudden extra balls that have been thrown in. His phone buzzes and he covers his face with a groan, keeping it there until he motivates himself to roll over and -
Fuck. ]
Gonna be real man I don't think Saturday is happening.