[the him of his youth would have liked this bastard. Probably would have jammed with him. Or at least talked to him of joke philosophy and shitty poetry. Now he just feels tired and depressed about the whole bloody thing. Yes, freedom etc etc. Don't work for the bloody man. Find your own dream and so on]

Say that again when you're my age. Also it's hard to be free like the fucking wind if you're incarcerated. Just saying.

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Also don't fucking pat me like I'm a child. What's wrong with you?