One morning I woke up and found my favorite pigeon, Julius, had died I was devastated and was gonna use his crate as my stickball bat to honor him. I left the crate on my stoop and went in to get something and I returned to see the sanitation man put the crate into the crusher. I rushed him and caught him flush on the temple with a titanic right hand he was out cold, convulsing on the floor like an infantile retard.

I didn't know how to be any other way. I felt like one of those barbarian kings just coming to conquer the Roman Empire.

Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the mouth. Then, like a rat, they stop in fear and freeze.

I'm just like you. I enjoy the forbidden fruits in life, too.

When I go to Europe or South America, they laugh at things that are totally different than what Americans would laugh at. It's just so crazy how we're so different in personalities with other people.

I'm just trying to change my life because I'm not above killing any drug dealer for money.

Our money is bait money, and bait money is not to be used.