My brother in fandom, Harry showed up in his fantasy of policeman, keep the peace ring saved, painted his nails with a light shade of pink, wore the sucker boots, chose chaos over answers as he played dumb right in front of our salads, laughed like fetus Harry at the microphone, talked about cult leaders and made the most laughable comment about the moodboard. He showed to everyone - including WB's CEO - how he don't give two fucks.
Petty Harry arrived dropped the chaos and leave.














