Out of anger comes controversy, out of controversy comes conversation, out of conversation comes action.

My cellmate's raped on the norm, and passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole getting torn.

I smoke blunt to take the pain out and if I wasn't high I'd probably blow my brains out.

Now the baby's in the trash heap balling.

I'm just as guilty for not doing anything as I am for doing things. Not with case (the 1994 sexual abuse conviction), but just my life. I was so scared of this responsibility that I was running away from it. But I see now that whether I show up for work or not, the evil forces are going to be at me. They're going to come 100 percent.

I just don't know how to deal with so many people giving me that much affection. I never had that in my life.

I am not a perfectionist, but still I seek perfection. I am not a great romantic, but yet I yearn 4 affection