I also have a theory.
Let's imagine a fictitious case that could possibly never happen
. You take an average Joe-citizen who has had precious little sleep over three years, espouse his "tribe" of mentors as "alcohol infused degenerates" who transport themselves uncaringly upon over-powered, under-braked suicide machines. As a young man immersed in this culture (amid possible adrenal shut-down) you over saturate his wispy grip on society with over-priced, substandard caffeinated beverages, available only within a quasi-peaceful yet dangerous surrounding.
As reading quiets the inferno within, this individual derives no real grasp on conventional society as he is exposed to panhandlers, imbeciles, ethnic villainy and heretofore unstable cutlery collectors.
It is my observation that such an individual is as mad as a hatter, hordes coffee like gold bullion, and often strokes insanely hard metal(s) on rocks from Asian quarries, singing, "My precious, my precious..."
It is my prognosis that this is violence in society, and we should just give him quiet, his book, and tiptoe away...
Below is a sample of the needed caffeine to allow this person to function semi-normally from 10:00AM to 2:00PM: