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He’s a bad lawyer. If you ever get in a sticky situation, he’ll have you locked up. He’ll have you locked up as your private defensive attorney. He can’t argue for shit. He can’t use anything but his own ignorance as leverage. He’ll make you realize that all the times you were worried about the charges against you, you should’ve been worried about him. He’ll be a bigger problem than the case itself. He’s someone who should have his license revoked. You can’t tell if he doesn’t care about the case or he’s trying to get you indicted, but he wants you to worship him as your savior, because the only reason he became a lawyer is to dream about the impact he’s had on another person’s life, so much so that he forgets about the job in between.
Who’s your lawyer?
Martin.
Aw, shit. You’re fucked.
He’s creative. He’s a dreamer. He’s the boy who obsesses over you—the boy who wants to be your boyfriend. The boy who wants to be everything he is—just so you make him feel like he’s the only person in the world. Can he do it though? Is he too stuck in his imagination? He might not care about what’s happening in the real world. He might pretend that it doesn’t exist when he gets frustrated. Is it his self-image? Is it his rationale? Sometimes you can’t tell if he’s just ignorant in his imagination or he’s too lazy to create for the real world. Maybe he doesn’t want validation. Maybe he hasn’t realized that his dreams don’t align with reality. Maybe he’s doing all the wrong things with ulterior motivation. But one thing is sure. He wants to be just like your boyfriend. He wants to create that relationship with you. It’ll be in the back of his mind for years to come. He might even attempt to recreate that relationship with someone else, or maybe, just maybe, he’ll learn to appreciate himself, instead of obsessing over the people in his environment and dreaming of who he could become or how he could be perceived.
He never stops thinking about her.
Who, Martin?
Yes, what does he want?
He wants to be her everything—the center of her attention.
But Reginold, you’re the center of her attention!
All the more reason.
God’s favorite child. He’s so unusual that his motivations and desires, while he might express them through seemingly negligent opinions, evade your awareness. He sees the situations that he desires in anything. He sees his dreams coming to life. He almost ignores reality, because he knows God would never hurt his confidence. God rather let everyone suffer at the hands of his delusions than help him to realize anything. His utter oblivion feeds his creativity, and that’s his divine purpose.
Kid in Sunday School: Who is God’s favorite?
Teacher: God doesn’t have favorites.
Other kid: Yes, he does! Martin’s his favorite.
an abstract artist who avoided academic opportunities and ruined the work of other artists to chase his artistic vision
Who ruined that painting?
Martin.
What was it worth?
Billions.
What’s it worth now?
Not shit.
She looks a little fat.
Oh, yeah, Martin? She’s a glutton.
Someone should check her for a calf.
I hate doing that.
Well, that’s why I said “someone.”
Someone who wants to be a therapist, not to read people, but to be the fixer in the relationship.
Oh, I’ve talked to Martin.
And?
I just wanted to talk!
a retard
Oh, wow. That boy seems like he’s special. He must be Martin.