Roger A. Baylor

Throughout the 90s my good friend would become exasperated by someone trapped by circumstances, usually of their own design, and dismiss them grandly as a weak piece of shit. It should be noted that I have been exasperated.

Those heady days are gone but the concepts persevere. Such was my verdict on Patrick Hamilton's character who repeatedly falls on his sword to redeem his fallen love interest.

Jesus.

Perhaps some landed apples really do disaffect in their proximity. Perhaps I should interrogate my own designs.