Where I'm from words are the only way to closure; there's no money or power for a loner. You've got to work your way up for any purpose to espouse, and when I was at rock bottom? I wrote my way out.

[He only takes a sip of the tea he's passed when he's done talking. For all he speaks like an adult, his body language and composure tends to give a glimpse into the fact he's still 19; he can't seem to stop fidgeting in place.]