adoration.

I adore this town.

It's the perfect setting! The homeless, the broken, the wasted away, the rotted, the damned; all in one goddamn place! It's practically easy pickings!!

This town is sad. Sad, sad, sad. So sad. It's slow suicide.

Portsmouth is dying. Slowly from the inside out. It hasn't been apparent to anyone except Owen yet.

But it will be soon.

I am the manifestation of Portsmouth's decay. I am its reckoning, its destruction, its demon; its death.