[He rounds on him again, throwing his hands up, touching one to the side of his head like a lightbulb's just switched on.]
What, it's not enough living in this fucking place? That's not enough crazy-ass bullshit for you? You gotta go looking for more?
[The hypocrisy of what he's saying hasn't occurred to him yet: that he's the one with firecrackers in his bag, he's the one that showed up with a cracked tooth and got into two fistfights in his first week. He's the one that laughed desperately through concussions and contusions for nineteen years straight.]
cw: more of the same
[He rounds on him again, throwing his hands up, touching one to the side of his head like a lightbulb's just switched on.]
What, it's not enough living in this fucking place? That's not enough crazy-ass bullshit for you? You gotta go looking for more?
[The hypocrisy of what he's saying hasn't occurred to him yet: that he's the one with firecrackers in his bag, he's the one that showed up with a cracked tooth and got into two fistfights in his first week. He's the one that laughed desperately through concussions and contusions for nineteen years straight.]