See, it’s actually really funny that you want to kill me because I also don’t want me to keep living. I mean, I’m not gonna kill myself. That shit is a lot of work. And for what? But, if YOU want to kill me, I’m not gonna stop you because then I get to die and not have to do anything. I’m not suicidal, really, I’m not. It’s just that life has kinda been a lot for me lately so in this moment I’d actually be more than okay with it if you wanted to kill me. But here’s the thing: I’m standing here literally telling you that I want you to take that there steak knife and drive it through my skull, and yet you’re not doing that. Why is that exactly? Is it that you want me to drop to my knees and beg for my life instead? Is that more appealing to you? Is that what turns you on? My brother in Christ, I simply won’t do that. I’m just not into that stuff. And if it means you don’t want to kill me anymore, that’s fine, too. No pressure whatsoever, my guy. You do you, man….where are you going?