As far as I'm concerned, capitalism is what's killing my stepbrother. Matt has worked his whole life in blue collar jobs, exposed to all kinds of nasty shit-- lawn care products, decrepit old buildings, construction site soil.

And I mean, our hometown is exactly the kind of industrial shithole where you find out they've been "putting that shit in the water" for thirty years now.

Maybe it was just some errant strand of protein, but... I can't help trying to connect it to all the shit he was exposed to over the years. He just fits that narrative so perfectly, the innocent hard-working guy chewed up and spat out. He's going to be one more victim of this machine-monster.

I want to throw some Dow CEO off a bridge or something. I want to break the things that allow that person to make a living. I want to reach through time and space and twist some of _their_ DNA into knots.