Hatred Is The Air I Breathe. It

San Francisco, America's B-movie Imitation Of Paris. San Francisco, The City That Ruined Punk Rock. San Francisco, The Most Intolerant Place In The Country.

My Hatred Is A Thousand Times More Powerful Than All Your Good Intentions.

I've Never Had A Meth Habit, I Don't Walk Around Naked, And Unless I'm Actively Provoked, I'm Generally Polite And Well-spoken.

I Tend Not To Hang With 'the Crowd' Because I Believe That At Any Given Moment In History, The Crowd Is Only Standing Somewhere Because Some Lone, Brave Nutjob Broke Down The Walls For Them First.

Unlike The Vast Majority Of People, I've Been Locked In A Box Like An Animal And I've Also Been On The Receiving End Of Bloody Thrashings, So I Feel Uniquely Qualified To Judge Which Is Worse.