We need to have a talk.

4. Okay. I may have some mental...oddities going on upstairs, but fuck. Compared to these freaks, I'm Jesus Christ.

Seriously. There's this paranoid schizo who sits on the other side of the lunch room and just stares at me. It's fucking disturbing. He's got these creepy eyes that look like they're going to pop out of his skull.

Every goddamn one of ( Read more... )