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Before you cut me off—the reason I hate you, the reason in my heart of hearts why I hate you, is I didn't know any better when I was a little kid. When my dad came home smelling like beer. I thought it was a hard day's work he was doing. I didn't realize he was out at a bar. I didn't realize 'work' meant 'unemployment office'. I didn't think it was strange for someone to come home and take an Old Style up into the shower. I didn't think it was strange for somebody to pass out. I thought an Old Style, a pack a day, was the norm—Raven, my father is exactly like you! I'm born of your poison society. So on the 19th of July, I will become a monster to fight the monsters of the world! (it) |
