Rascal's Origins

This is what you need to know, this is what Rascal taught me before the day he went and got lost in that that horrible place between moments.

You need to learn to hate people who don't like you, you need to learn to hate someone who doesn't like you because they're all fucking idiots. You need to learn to hate people who don't like you, you need to learn to hate someone who has lot of sex and get rid of that influence. Now you have to put it down. You need to stop getting in the way.

Rascal had to go back. That iridescent emptiness, his friends (one brass and unrelinquishing, the other yellow and yielding) that he left behind surely hold him in scorn for their improbable placement.

Yeah, but you'd have to be a genius to realize that. Maybe Rascal was in some kinda mental state as well because of his situation with his wife. Wouldn't it make sense that they would all get on top of each other like that? The fact that they all got to kiss and roll their own hair would make things interesting. He was a penguin, after all. That's the only way he knew to live.

Anyway, the real point was that he'd managed to figure out that he could no longer be the world's worst asshole, in the sense that as a human he really knew what he was doing and he did it without fail. But Rascal was an asshole. He got a little bit of shit as well because he realized he could no longer be the world's worst asshole if he did not go back to his old job. Because, you know, even if he could find a way to make himself a good asshole, he was a fuck.

Rascal, as he exists to this day.

So he had to get back in the way and he did: that's where we are. And that's where he will have to go. So there's this kind of a weird tension there. It's not that there's no tension there, but I'm not saying this to say, this is all that's going to happen. I don't mean that as a compliment, but I'm saying that it's really going to happen. I'm saying that it won't just be, for Rascal, who he was, you know, just a fuck. You're going to end up with an ex. The ex is the asshole who doesn't understand your fucked up shit. He's going to break you apart, he's going to kill you. And he's going to blow up your life. Because that's where this shit comes from. That's the way it works.

This is what Rascal is gonna think. Now this is not gonna work anymore. These two are going to have to settle for the "Ultimate in Ass Experience". This is what I'm saying: fuck. That is what he is going to think. All he's got to do is try and make himself a good asshole. And you're gonna have to go back in the way. And then he's going to figure out how to deal with that shit. And you're gonna have to learn to hate people who don't like you, you need to learn to hate someone who doesn't like you because they're all fucking idiots. You need to learn to hate people who don't like you, you need to learn to hate someone who has lot of sex and get rid of that influence. Now you have to put it down. You need to stop getting in the way.