There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrolable and the insane, the vicious and the evil. All the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. Even after admitting this, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling.......
I'm also thinking about gettin' a gun, dealin' crack, bein' a crack dealer. Not like a mean crack dealer, but like a nice...you know like a nice one. One that's just like," Hey, what's up guys? You want some crack?"