Granted. The annoying little clot isn't on your finger any more... it's in your brain and you are a vegetable, stewing in your own feces.
I wish I was finished with this paper on Child of God.
"Purgatory's kind of like the in-betweeny one. You weren't really shit, but you weren't all that great either. Like Tottenham."
I'll try being nicer...if you'll try being smarter.