"You should you be home by now I mean seriously, gallivanting around at this hour is truly a danger to behold. I know, I know, you can't even read but I can't even see straight when I get my hands inside those pockets, if you know what I mean, and you should know what I mean, because I mean everything and everyone, everywhere all the time! A fair for all and no fare to anybody - take command, divest families with thieves - inferior people should not be employed.
Inferiority complex? More like inferiority reflex. Stand your ground and say 'I'm not cocky, merely groundlessly self-assured'. Self-affecting, self-loving, self-loathing people, all, o ye of little fate."
Slithering and sliding away did he go until he realised that he forgot where he was, he forgot what he was, and he forgot who he knew. This all struck him as something very existential, or perhaps even a hint of postmodern.