Charlie Sheen has the potential to cause your soul to weep and forfeit

Resentments are the rocket fuel that lives in the tip of my saber.

I'm an F-18, bro, and I will destroy you in the air and deploy my ordnance to the ground.

I so desperately wanted to be Mr. Somebody. Instead, I was the little brother, included to a point.

People ask all the time, "What are you thinking?" It's my least favorite question in the world. The last bastion of solace is my mind. It's an invasion.

I'm tired of ignoring that I march to a different beat.

I was bangin’ 7 gram rocks and finishing them because that’s how I roll