author: Joey Comeau
content: It's too late for the government to train me to be a weapon. For someone
  to approach me on the street, and to tell me I match a certain profile. I probably
  won't even learn another language well enough to speak it fluently. Giant crazed
  attack dogs won't ever suddenly act like scared puppies when they see me. I won't
  ever be a grandmaster of chess, either. I don't think at this stage I can even reasonably
  expect to make Expert. There are some things I regret as I get older, I guess. There
  are a ton of traditional ways to be bad-ass, and I missed the boat. But that's okay.
  It just means I have to be more creative. And then later that creativity will make
  people think I was an evil genius, instead of just so desperate for a world with
  monsters that I didn't mind becoming one myself. What I'm saying is - I stole an
  ice cream cone yesterday from the 7-11 and I have no regrets at all.
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