None of us are blameless.
Guilt is in the eye of the beholder.
I don’t feel like mincing words.
I’m not in the mood to barter or to dicker.
You could pour me a drink, but alcohol does nothing for me.
You could tell me some lies, but I would more than likely fall asleep.
There is nothing impressive or imposing about you.
I don’t care if you are clean and sober.
Living in the future is overrated and for the overextended.
Living in the past is for cowards and the disinclined.
How many times must you be proven wrong?
How much blood must be spilled before you accept the writing on the wall as fact not fiction?
Put on the brakes.
Pull over to the side of the road.
I’m going to be sick.
I’ve had enough and the fetal position is my only refuge.