After you guys left, I wandered around Edwards for an hour or two. Sat down and drew. I actually drew shit. And shit it was, mark my words... but after weeks and weeks of not creating anything even this crap looked good.
I drew people. Characters. Characters I'd never seen or heard of before; they were new to me. They just appeared in my head and demanded to be drawn and dear GOD that was such a wonderful feeling because that hadn't happened in over a year. I was beginning to think it never would again.
One of the characters reminds me somewhat of you. He has roughly the same build as you. So, I figured, might as well claim your height and weight as his. Or roughly so. So I asked. That's all.
That's all you got, Greg? Warning me? Fucking warning me?
Boy, if you're going to threaten me, you damned well better make a fucking attempt on my life. Don't give me this lame-ass 'ooooh, I warned you!' shit. Don't even fucking bother. You can come after me with a knife, you can plant a bomb in my car, you can put a fucking bullet through my skull and you know what? I will stand there and let you. But warning me? Fuck, that's just sad.