"It’s hard for me to materialize things into form. I’m full of regrets, I’ve got poor self-esteem. Every time I start doing something, I get down on myself and quit. I wasn’t a leader when I was young, and I fell into all the wrong things. Eventually I got into doing drugs, then selling drugs, and I ended up going to prison."
"How’d it all end?"
"I was one robbed one night, and learned who did it, so I decided to get back at the guy. I wasn’t really thinking at the time. I was high out of my head, we were listening to Metallica, smoking PCP, and all my friends were yelling at me to do something. So we found the guy and I slashed him with a box cutter and hit him with the shaft of a steering wheel. I went home and told my mother that if the cops come, to tell them I was home all night. Then I took off down Ditmars Boulevard, and after I drove a few miles, cop cars started coming at me from everywhere."