10: Most problematic thing your muse has ever done?
In the quiet of my small room in the city I, Lafeyette’s humble narrator, take a long sip from my coffee mug and stare listlessly out the window. The sound of a train screeching through the overpass rumbles in the background. I sigh.
Truth be told, I’m a grimdark piece of shit.
I’ve become comfortable in my truth, y’know? I know what I’m about, y’know? I’ve also got to diffuse my horrible grimdark tendencies with humor, y’know?
I could write out her crimes but man lets’s get into the nitty gritty of Lafey’s brain.