Thought you were made of bones; “Nice to meet you.”
When watching an interview of a serial killer and you’ve predicted word for word what they gonna say; “stop walking in my shoe.”
A humbling time to realise that in despite all efforts, no matter how hard you try; your arse won’t make it on its own.
Yeah, I will be back.
Let me pretend that it makes sense until I come home and it’s on.
Eventually, someone is going to grow up.
Or, the know-how and when to draw the line aka enough is enough.