Chapter 29

I hate being nagged.

I can't stand it when people who don't know the first thing about me try to judge me by their own moral standards.

What business is it of theirs who I hurt, where I stir up trouble, or where I drink?

On DC, whenever someone started lecturing me, I'd publicly dogpile them if they had a fixed account, or get into a five-hour flame war with them if they were anonymous.

In real life, too, if someone nagged me to drink in moderation or cut down on swearing, I'd either go stone-faced or walk right out.

That was just my contrarian nature.

What the hell did they know about me anyway?

I just... I just get angry. No matter what the other person's attitude is or what they're trying to say, I just end up angry.

...I was definitely like that.

There shouldn't be any difference between then and now...