What is it that he said, again?

He said,

“You must think the world of yourself.
Who would want to be themselves anyway?”

What again is it that I thought?

I thought,

“How can I convey my understanding?”
“What has happened to my friend?”
“Why is he so grouchy with me?”
“Cynics.  Shitty cynics.  Diogenes laughs.”

What is it again that we did?

We did:

• Prescription amphetamines
• Stayed up all night
• Felt

Oh pity.
Oh you pity, pity.