It doesn’t matter how your house looks.
It doesn’t matter who you hang out with.
It doesn’t matter that this is being recorded.
It doesn’t matter that you sound like the platonic form of “douchebag.”
It doesn’t matter that you graduated from this school three years ago and still haven’t found a healthy outlet for your wholly unnecessary white suburban-dude rage.
All that matters is a game of flag football, and that I nail that interview with Morgan Stanley next week.
“Out on that field is where we. Fucking. Rule.”