You and Arthur had gone to the tailor, You handed him a shirt to try on and he reluctantly took the shirt and went to the wardrobe, He didn’t enjoy trying on new shirts..

He looked at himself in the mirror, seeing himself in the mirror, He saw himself as the weak little boy he once was.

“You’re a goddamn failure, Morgan..” He insulted himself, Looking at himself dead in the eye, Trying to toughen himself up but it usually didn’t work.

“Y’ain’t foolin’ anyone.” He continued to himself.