He doesn't listen to the rules. He lives in his own world- a world where down is up and black is white. He rejects the world around him and instead pulls those around him into his world - a world where the rules are dictated by him - until they no longer remember what was common sense. Until they've forgotten a world where left is not right and two is not five.
I looked at him, sitting behind the bars, unkempt, staring at the wall. He glanced in my direction, then looked back at the wall. "Tell me, why did you do it?" He chuckled. "Why? Well, it doesn't really matter, does it? I committed the crime, and now I'm paying for it."
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