but I love you, kinda like the way you'd feel about your older brother….
but in your case, more like a creepy Summer Camp Counselor who molested you back in 1972…
a creepy insane "christian" alcoholic Summer Camp Counselor who hears voices, thinks there's a BIGFOOT in the clouds who reads his thoughts, thinks there used to be a guy named "jesus" who died and then UN-died and has been playing hide-and-seek ever since… who sees "proof of trickery" and "evil malicious deception" in EVERYTHING, no matter how innocuous it may be (like an everyday vapor 'contrail' left by a Delta Airlines Boeing 737 flight from Dallas to Chicago on a Saturday afternoon)
and who molested you back in 1972 at summer camp…
not exactly the way you'd love a brother…
but yeah, you're my buddy….
so that's why I reserve the right to be honest w you
and you are honestly insane