Let’s see. I can get shitfaced drunk or smoke weed till I’m high enough to see Nargles. If I am too desperate and bored I might entertain myself with your company and your anger that envelops me whole. Oh, how could I forget, I might send a letter to my dying mother that won’t even text me back or I can murder someone, anyone, really and finally live the rest of my days in Azkaban with inner peace in my rotting soul.