Talking to myself

He looks fine to me. Blue jacket, black jeans. Pretty damn normal if you ask me. Well. Minus the baseball bat and knife, of course.

"You said the last one did, and look where that left you."

Oh shut up. We can tell him, it's not hurting anyone. All I'll say is that I take advice from a voice in my head, that's all.

"Snitch."

I said SHUT IT.