Eventually ya got no choice. Say somethin' long enough and it's true. That's how truth works.

[He settles back down, wiggling a bit on the ground like a cat trying to get comfortable. His ears are hanging a bit low again as he takes another hit, breathing slower than when he started this venture.]

Just... don't give people ammo against ya. Full stop. You're on stage always, babe, might as well give 'em a fuckin' show.

[He punctuates it with a little wiggle of his fingers. For... emphasis, or something. God, he doesn't know anymore, he's just gonna do what he fucking wants.]