brian is splayed out on the green couch in my office when he tells me:

'you're evil.'

i stop typing.

'stop mindfucking people,' he says.

'what?!'

i'm truly, okay only kinda, shocked.

'you know you do it. you have to stop it.'

'well-'

'no.'

'it's not exactly-'

'no.'

i think.

'deep down, they get off on it too.'

brian sighs. walks out of the room. he says as he leaves,

'but it's not right.'

i put my head down on the desk.

sigh.

go do something else.