[He makes a soft noise, a grunt of acknowledgement. He knows the type, or at least knows too many people who are nothing more than their addiction. He, himself, is not too far from that, but at least alcohol is better than morphling or meth.]
But you still care about him. Even if it's shitty. Even if they let you down.
Someone ought to. My brother's a good man, but he can be petty, and same could be said for most of the folks in Letterkenny. Stewart's loudest qualities make him a skid, so he's a skid, end of story. It's for simplicity's sake.
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But you still care about him. Even if it's shitty. Even if they let you down.
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Someone ought to. My brother's a good man, but he can be petty, and same could be said for most of the folks in Letterkenny. Stewart's loudest qualities make him a skid, so he's a skid, end of story. It's for simplicity's sake.
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No one's that simple, is the thing.