And you're right-I'm pathetic. I have sex with strangers because I'm incapable of doing it with someone I actually like. I can't even ask anyone out on a date because if it doesn't end up in a high speed chase, I get bored. I've kept myself numb for so long that now I actually want to feel something and I can't because no matter where I go, no matter what I do, I always end up back here with you. I need to break up, Ma.
You might not think the best way to spend your first day of freedom after a lengthy incarceration would be to immediately resume stalking the tranny hooker who knocked out six teeth and had you put away to begin with... But that's how I roll.