The thing about me is, I’m ordinary. Remember that.
The thing about me is, I drink coffee. I watch TV. I have sex with a string of nameless girls picked up from clubs with fucking silly names. Don’t hate me.
Also, I kill people in exchange for cash. This is far less glamorous than it sounds.
Listen: This isn't about getting back at the world. This isn't about unresolved Freudian issues. This isn't pseudopsychosis, sadistic painwank or a fucked-up desire to surround myself with Guy-Ritchie-stylee Pie ‘n Chips East End Gangsters. Honestly, truly, if you want to know, it’s a lot simpler than that:
It's All About The Money.
The thing about me is, I have nothing new to say about anything.
The thing about me is, I’m a diseased shithead whose reality is crumbling faster than his nerves.
Right now, if you’re interested, I’m just a little freaked-out. This is because the people I kill keep on coming back to life. This seems unfair.
The thing about me is, I keep seeing things nobody else can see. They’re mostly pretty horrible.
The thing about me is, probably, I’m being manipulated by people who know way too much about me.
My name is Michael Point. The thing about me is, right now, I’m heading up shit creek without even a boat.