How ya doin’, Freddy? Not too good? That’s okay. I get it. Jerking off to underage girls on live video chats is one thing. When it’s played back, though, kinda loses its magic.
He’s shutting down, compartmentalizing the pain, living in the distraction, just like the holidays: the fake Santas, the plastic trees, the annoying Christmas carols… One big song-and-dance production to sell ourselves the theater that everything’s jolly, at least for a moment. But when it’s all over, Santa’s gone back to his s***ty day job. The trees get disassembled and thrown in a closet. The music’s faded away. What then?[about Elliot]