The darkness within me swirls violently, so I turn on the lights. Now I'm bored, so I trip someone walking by. That lady looks hurt, so I cringe. I thought that walker would hold her up, so I panic and run. I see a police officer walking the path in the park, so I collect myself and slow down. I tell him I saw some black dude push an old lady and steal her purse, so racial profiling isn't always bad. Cops are such tools, so I shouldn't get in trouble for that. I realize I probably need therapy, so I walk into the nearest bar.