“I ain’t special.” Kurt said a somber look in his eye. He took a seat. “Drunk father, drug addict mother,” he said matter of factly. “I ain’t special. I ain’t ever been special. I ain’t ever going to be special.” He could feel something building up inside of him. How had Talia spoken so much, but not actually said anything. He still didn’t know where he was, or why he was there.
“In my experience, when an offical tells you, you don’t need a lawyer, you almost always want a lawyer.” He stood up. “Look, you got the wrong guy. I ain’t special, I ain’t gonna have some awakening.” He moved to the door. “Now, can I please get back to my shitty life, living in my shitty trailer, drinking shitty beer?”