He used to be admired by others back in high school - a football star likely, a "great white hope" carried in the arms of cheerleaders, with blue blood - a real 'Merican boy. Now he's a nobody, a loser. He dreams, sleeps too late, and is terrified of the world. But he has something to do. Something that other people are counting on him for. Trying to convince himself he can do it, He sais he won't fuck it up because he's "Mr. November," godamnit, and don't you forget it... But really he's gunna fuck it up because he's a loser now.
He used to be admired by others back in high school - a football star likely, a "great white hope" carried in the arms of cheerleaders, with blue blood - a real 'Merican boy. Now he's a nobody, a loser. He dreams, sleeps too late, and is terrified of the world. But he has something to do. Something that other people are counting on him for. Trying to convince himself he can do it, He sais he won't fuck it up because he's "Mr. November," godamnit, and don't you forget it... But really he's gunna fuck it up because he's a loser now.