Dangerous Beans.

A thought that I was beginning to think like him - the self-awareness. (Bleah. Who wants to stew in the same pot as him. Heh. Anyway...) He understood how this consciousness, articulated, made people give us strange looks; uncomfortable; and think: "This One is dangerous."

I guess that is why I do not have many friends. (Things were different when I was younger.) There can only be that many of us Dangerous Beans in the dented can, mayhaps?

Hmmm.