One day,
Your stupidity is going to kill you.
I know.
You had good intentions.
But still.
You have to think about yourself sometimes.
Wasn’t there another way?
Call the cops?
Find your parents?
There’s something called weaseling along the side.
Not taking it head on.
Literally.
Seriously.
You never care about anyone but yourself.
Well, most of the time.
Your perverted jokes.
Your own personal gain.
Usually, it’s all about you.
Until you get all sweet and sensitive.
Shut up.
It only happens once in a blue moon.
I guess the question is:
Why’d you tell me?
Only me?
I’m just a friend.
I mean, you’ve got a girlfriend.
You’ve got your guys.
Why me?
One more question.
But it’s not for you.
It’s for me.
Why do I care?
Cuz I’m just a friend.
Nothing all that special.
Why do I bother?
I act like your mom.
Yes, I’m just creepy like that.
But why do I care?
I don’t know.
Can you answer for me?
One day,
Your stupidity is going to kill you.
So stop being stupid.
Or I might actually care.