my fantasies are fucking sick. street punks, degenerates, angst ridden head cases, extremely pale and skinny floppy haired college kid macaulay culkin types, or middle aged men who were straight shooting academic successes til life left them weather beaten and cynical and looking for no good despite their healthy hair lines...uhhh. the highly intelligent yet mentally unwell guy who seems hellbent on his own destruction despite all of his markings of success and capability...the lost souls from a once straight path now looking for oblivion and a straight shot ride to hell unless...maybe they are saved by the wayward girl with a soul of pure green despite being drowned in a bottle of booze....you see where i'm going with this.