You Will Never Understand Me

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Which brings you and me - idiots that we are - to this existential point:

We slowly live out our little lives as if there was no big idea affecting us. And so here we are... at nearly 0200 AM in Denver Colorado. I am clearly drunk as a skunk, whereas your status is obscure.

Not that I give a shit about you and your 'status:' not at all: I know that you are insane.

I know you will never understand me.