You know the voice in your head that tells you you're fucked? As in when you daydream something ridiculous like future success and it pops into shot and says 'Jesus Christ you're a fuckhead'? Yeah, that voice. Well my voice has a NooYawk kind of sound to it and is as spoken by a short man trying to sound tough.
As I thought about it I realised what I was channelling. The voice, the accent, the tough shortness.
It was Louie the Fly. The much beloved iconic victim of the Mortein brand fly spray's killing power. Where they chillingly force you to see Louie as a guy just trying to make it in this world and in doing so endow him with humanity only then to literally choke the life from him for the crime of simply being present yet unwanted.
Thanks, brain. Thanks so, so much. Louie the Fly. Thanks.
Steps forward, takes a bow.