grumble grumble.

Okay, I get it. He's assertive, domineering and opinionated, and that's why he's so successful in business. I get that. I know that he's nosy and imposing. But when I have to get dressed because that fucker shows up at my house, unannounced, and insists on standing there talking at me...

Fucking hell.

Telling me to take better care of myself.

This is grief. It isn't pretty, it's not neat or clean.

So fuck you, Arthur Hamilton. You can suck my metaphysical cock.