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I've arrived at a point where the only way I can stand the city is if I stay loaded.

I don't consider this a weakness per se. It's more like a handicap that equalizes all competitor's chances of winning. I must mentally stoop to the same level as the most twisted and cruel individual I will probably cross paths with. Yes, even if that creature happens to be a ten year old. You're a fool to turn your back on a ten year old, especially if they're holding a loaded capgun. A fool I tell you.

To be stone cold sober in the city is to risk attracting the attention of the soulless masses whose penchant for Tourette's Syndrome or worse is secret code for "you're going to die here". If you must go without alchemical fortification of any kind, you must possess preternatural sadomasochistic qualities or some form of hereditary madness. There are various techniques of transcendent camouflage, but these have never worked for me.

Money won't save you and no deity can show you the way.