Ding-ding was a complete tard. Anytime someone mentioned alcohol or drugs, Ding-ding imagined them strung out, under a bridge, legless from frost bite no matter the context or it's basis in actuality. Ding-ding was annoyingly stupid. His relation to existence tainted by a devastating inability to understand anything outside of his own little world which was one of inner city blight, blind religiosity and xenophobia. It angered Ding-ding that not everyone was as limited as he was. It angered him that some people had rich imaginations and could envision anything in detail without having to act on it. This was not like Ding-ding at all. He was impulsive. A complete slave to his whims. His life unexamined. He needed strict guidelines and the threat of a punishing god for him to function and resented anyone who was not like this. Tragic. Hopefully Ding-ding will realize some things before he proceeds to pass judgment and wish ill on another person again. Maybe Ding-ding will realize that his entire approach is warped and valueless when examined in context to actuality.
