Everyone is born, but not everyone is born the same. Some will grow to be butchers, or bakers, or candlestick makers. Some will only be really good at making Jell-O salad. One way or another, though, every human being is unique, for better or for worse.
“ I told you Bill. I fucking told you. I don’t wanna die. It’s your fault. You punched me, made me walk through shitty water, dragged me through a crackhouse… And now I’m gonna have to kill this fucking clown.”