Dude, fuck this guy. Tell me you don’t like my firm, tell me you don’t like my idea, tell me you don’t like my fuckin’ neck tie, but don’t tell me you asked if Brandon Drury was okay “when the camera cut away” so conveniently. You didn’t even try to help the guy up. The man was laying on the concrete, and your first thought was to grab your phone and take a selfie. I hate my generation. We are the worst.