I DID NOT COME ALL THE WAY TO THIS MOTHERFUCKING CHILI’S CIRCA 2003 TO GO HOME WITHOUT AT LEAST A RARE STEAK AND A GIANT MOTHERFUCKING MARGARITA. NO, I AM HERE TO COLLAPSE YOUR VISION OF YOURSELF AS SOME ALTRUISTIC HERO, ALL GUNS BLAZING AND GLORY DECAYED. LISTEN, I NEVER SAID I WAS PERFECT—I’D ARGUE THE OPPOSITE. BUT I WEAR IT LIKE AN UNDRESSED WOUND, TOO PROUD TO GAUZE OVER. IF THIS IS INDEED MY MISSTEP, COME AT ME, BRO. MY KNUCKLES ARE THIRSTY.