I am not like this because of nothing. I have been attacked enough to warrant my immensely rigid and arrogant personality. I earned my hard-to-love exterior. I got that when I survived all that death I survived.
"that doesn't make sense, why would someone do that" dawg i been askin myself the same question my whole fuckin life. turns out the only real answer, as my dear and beloved friend said infinitely better than i ever could, is to get sober, find a gun.