You don't know a goddamned thing about me. Ever been close enough to a bomb going off to burn you? To throw shrapnel at you? To be in the same room when it kills someone you love? Don't talk to me about ignorance and self-pity, asshole.

As far as I'm concerned, this is some fantastic way of screwing with me, so I can tell you all to fuck off and go back to my wondering how I'm going to get some fucking sleep in this lifetime without using a .45.