I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn’t let me.

Death is nothing, brother, it's life that's hard

I wanted the whole world or nothing.

hate contains truth. beauty is a facade.

Sometimes I get too exhausted to even feel bad

Where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die.

First paycheck I get, I thought, I'm going to get myself a room near the downtown L.A. Public Library.