That babbling **** who twitches on the side of the local gas station, who talks as if he had company!
The girl with obvious scars across her thighs and arms, it's her fault for not seeking help; she does this to herself!
Freak! who writes poetry and speaks with words that force me to pick up effort and a dictionary!
*****! he is not a man, not even to his lover, he makes her feel respected and on equal plane! he even fights for gay rights, for the animals near-extinct!
Let the helpless and the helpful, the hopeless and the hopeful suffer, not by each other, but by themselves.
And we, with years of practice, of earned ignorance can enjoy the scene from the tops of our immoral high horses.
Warning: I do not align my beliefs with the words of the narrator.