The only good thing about me is I drink coffee. Everything else and you’d think me a bad man. But I promise I’m good. I keep my bed clean. I floss after eating Everything bagels, and I talk to my parents. I even go to therapy. Yes. I am more good than I lead on to be. But I feel like a bad man. I do drugs. Lots of drugs. I fuck hookers when the money’s good. I dream of killing those who wrong me. And I let my ego run the office while I’m awake.