I had a real job at fourteen years old. At seventeen, I was on my own. At twenty, I cut the liver out of a drifter and gave it to my father! 'Cause my dad's a drinker and I love my dad. And for eighty bucks, you can do anything in Mexico!

I think when you sit alone with your brain too much, your own brain starts to rebel against you.

Born free. Taxed to death.

Dad thinks vengeance is the coolest thing about the Lord. That, and turning water into alcohol.

Of course, here's the weird part. After I fought my dad, all of a sudden we're buddies now. Like he's my friend now, we start hanging out. But we're still the same people. So we'd go out on Sunday, you know, and just be hanging out, then he'd, like, pick a guy, and we'd just go beat the crap out of that guy as a team. Memories, huh?

Jealousy - the Auschwitz of emotions.

I have been accused of sleeping with people, I hadn't met yet.