GOOD, you’re packed. I was hoping you’d be gone already. I know you like to run out on people without saying anything, but I guess on top of everything else that sucks about you, you’re too fucking slow.

“I had the idea there was something different about you. I don’t know why. I had the idea that you were genuinely fucked up in some interesting way. But you’re boring as fucking hell. You’re just as boring as you look. Why didn’t I trust that? Why did I think in your case appearances were deceiving? Appearances are never fucking deceiving. You’re just another one. You’re just like all of them. You’re totally ordinary, another guy who gets older and gets bored and cuts out on his family and lets them fend for their fucking selves. Oh yeah. I know. I know it all now. Some little bitch tells me she’s got some information about the guy living with me and I get all excited, thinking now I’m finally going to get the real story. And I do get the real story, and it’s boring as hell, and do you know why? Because I’ve known asshole men like you my entire fucking life. It’s been a parade of men exactly like you. Mr. Outlaw, Mr. Off the Grid. Please.

“Your wife never wants to see you again, by the way, if you’re wondering. Your partner never wants to see you again. They just want you to not get away with it. And that’s what I want, too, for you to not get away with it, because guys like you get away with everything, all your fucking lives. I’ve seen a lot of shit in my life, I’ve survived a lot of asshole men, and at this point I kind of pride myself on not getting surprised again, on not getting disappointed, but let me tell you, I have never been so disappointed in my life. A travel agency? You owned a travel agency. Co-owned. And you stole all your partner’s money and cleaned out your wife and ran off to live here. What a brave move. Why here? Why fucking here? That’ll remain a mystery I guess. And where’s that money? What happened to it? Where did it go? It must not have been much. It didn’t get you very far, even living like a fucking bum. Travel agency! Where the fuck are you gonna go?

“Well, nothing more I can do to you now, asshole, though if I could think of anything, I’d do it. Get out. Hit the road. Kill yourself. That seems like your best move right now, frankly. I was thinking on the drive over here what I would do if I were in your spot and that’s really the best I could come up with. Anyway, for fuck’s sake don’t do it here. Get out. Now. Now. That’s it. Keep going. Don’t even fucking look at me. Fuck you for ever being born, you worthless piece of shit. You want to be forgotten? Done, I just did it, I just forgot all about you, you’re erased, you never fucking existed. Go!”