Feel like a leper...
OK, the avoidy shit? Got to stop.
Ever since I woke up a few days ago, folks been dancin' on eggshells around me. Like they gonna say something and WHAM! It's Manchurian Candidate time.
I mean, yeah, I know they pulled me outta Wolfram & Hart. And yeah, I know that I don't know what I was doin' up in there, and neither does anybody else. And yeah, since they're evil lawyers tied into the Big Bad Senior Partners, stands to reason they got ways of fuckin' around in somebody's head.
Ain't no reason for every damn conversation I been havin' the past few days to go like this:
ME: Yo, whassup?
PARANOID FOOL: Hey, Gunn, how're you feeling?
ME: Still a little tired. You?
PF: Yeah. How's the amnesia?
ME: Ain't remembered anything yet. Wanna fill me in on what I been missin'?
PF: Well, maybe we should let things come back on their own, huh?
ME: OK...at least I'm out here and not in there, right?
PF (backing away like I got the damn plague): Oh, yeah. Listen. I have laundry. Gotta run. See ya.
OK, so I get it. Some weird shit's gone down that ain't nobody wants to be the one to tell me about. Fine. I get it. But come on, how bad could it be, really? Everybody's here, world didn't end, nobody died!
Y'know, it's cool. If it was important, I'd know. Somebody would fill me in. Nobody said nothing, then it ain't nothing I need to worry about.
'Cause I know if it was important, then the good folks I trust with my life would tell me. 'Cause they know I'd get all up in their face if they tried to keep me in the dark about shit like that.
So we cool.
But folks need to stop with the damn goose-steppin', yo.
And who's the punk princess, Lord of the Dweebs, and the brother from another mother who's been roamin' around, anyway?
Ever since I woke up a few days ago, folks been dancin' on eggshells around me. Like they gonna say something and WHAM! It's Manchurian Candidate time.
I mean, yeah, I know they pulled me outta Wolfram & Hart. And yeah, I know that I don't know what I was doin' up in there, and neither does anybody else. And yeah, since they're evil lawyers tied into the Big Bad Senior Partners, stands to reason they got ways of fuckin' around in somebody's head.
Ain't no reason for every damn conversation I been havin' the past few days to go like this:
ME: Yo, whassup?
PARANOID FOOL: Hey, Gunn, how're you feeling?
ME: Still a little tired. You?
PF: Yeah. How's the amnesia?
ME: Ain't remembered anything yet. Wanna fill me in on what I been missin'?
PF: Well, maybe we should let things come back on their own, huh?
ME: OK...at least I'm out here and not in there, right?
PF (backing away like I got the damn plague): Oh, yeah. Listen. I have laundry. Gotta run. See ya.
OK, so I get it. Some weird shit's gone down that ain't nobody wants to be the one to tell me about. Fine. I get it. But come on, how bad could it be, really? Everybody's here, world didn't end, nobody died!
Y'know, it's cool. If it was important, I'd know. Somebody would fill me in. Nobody said nothing, then it ain't nothing I need to worry about.
'Cause I know if it was important, then the good folks I trust with my life would tell me. 'Cause they know I'd get all up in their face if they tried to keep me in the dark about shit like that.
So we cool.
But folks need to stop with the damn goose-steppin', yo.
And who's the punk princess, Lord of the Dweebs, and the brother from another mother who's been roamin' around, anyway?