He's just a self-serving, self-centred pathological liar and thief, with no self awareness whatsoever. Psychcopath might be a bit harsh.
Feel the love, eh?
Aoke from several odd dreams, one of which involved getting lost in a vast and lavishly-decorated building, tying my damndest to escape without being noticed, then somehow being accosted by some nonspecific 'officials' who began to interrogate me aout the evidence of 'drugs' they'd found at my house.
Said 'drugs' consisted of a load of glittery love-heart and star stickers, which I attempted to explain in indignant (and exasperated) fashion to these sinister suited types, all the while knowing I had a strip of grey-market vallies in my inside pocket.
Not even a cool story. Just weird. Good morning.

