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[showbizpanache]

No. I think he was in a very dark place and-- Oh honestly, do you expect me to believe that you actually have him those pills to help him? That this was some generous act of altruism? I know how much those drugs cost--

I'm sure you convince yourself that you're doing some sort of service to ease your conscience, so you can sleep at night--but don't pull that with me. I'm not some naive little kid. I know what evil is, and I'm talking to it right now.

[drinkthebleach]

Yeah. 'Cause life fuckin' sucks, an' gettin' high make it suck less.

Obviously you never knew anyone that did anythin' more hardcore than Ovaltine before, so lemme tell you something, ass wipe: Blaine never paid me for shit. If he OD'd or somethin', I'm sorry. He's a cool guy. But it's still not my fault he wanted them in the first place.

An' yer not helpin' him out by pretendin' he's not responsible for his own shit. I'm the biggest alcoholic in the world an' even I know that.

[showbizpanache]

I know he's responsible. But you opened the door. He never would have considered--

[He stops himself to take a few deep breaths. What Pickles is saying is right, he knows that. The initial anger slowly passes, and he starts to gather himself.]

I get it. I know what you're saying. But...

You're so wrong. About those drugs you're advocating. They don't help anyone. They cause nothing but pain.

[drinkthebleach]

[He also lets out a deep breath through his nostrils, but still feels some of the tension knotted in his jaw and shoulders.

On some level, Pickles wants to hold onto the rage, because he was cool with being pissed off. He doesn't like facing the reality that some bratty kid managed to sting him a bit. And only because Rikki Kixx tried to use that same bullshit to take Snakes n' Barrels away from him. It released something ugly and violent inside him that sort of fluttered away now, and he can't get back to that level again. Pickles sounds empty and frustrated when he responds.]

Yeah. It probably looks that way on yer end.

[showbizpanache]

And the world probably looks like an Impressionist painting on your end, so let's just leave it at that.

[drinkthebleach]

[He makes a sound inside his nose.] Y'know you really sound like a douche, sometimes.

But yeah, I'm cool with that. ...An' y'know, sorry 'bout everything.

[showbizpanache]

Whatever.

It's best to think before you do things. As a grown man, you should be aware of that by now.

[He disconnects.]