I almost feel sorry for the poor bugger, really, because I'm sure that in his short life no one had ever told him how much his writing sucks before. Not just bland, but trite, repetitive sentence structure and no hint of self-awareness.

It's like that one workshop in creative writing class, yes, that one, in which that one guy nobody likes brings in his memoire and he's sure, so sure, that's it's brilliant just because his high school English teacher told him he was special.

It's an awkward moment.