Wrong? You silly, silly thing.
I know almost nothing about autism and eastern Europeans, but I know plenty about meth and how people treat others when they’re on it. It doesn’t matter what kind of fucked-up, confused, aimless dummy you might be; it doesn’t matter if you’re a morally malformed gutter-cunt who’ll fuck anything with two testicles and a bad attitude; it doesn’t matter what you’ve done, or what’s been done to you.
You always deserve more than life with a meth-head.
I fucking promise.