Don't Throw Schizos Under The Bus
Look boss, the bus. Ray wasn't my better thought, yet it was impossible not to think about him obsessively. I didn't want to throw Ray McFadden under the bus. And I didn't. The anti-hero just fell in love with the wrong things. Fucker didn't wear plaid and he wasn't a piece of shit, but this dark fiction hurt. It keeps replaying in my mind. So many edits.
What's worse, I saw myself through Ray's eyes and it hurt. But what a hell of a ride.
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