When I was lying there in the VA hospital with a big hole blown through the middle of my life, I started having these dreams of flying. I was free. Sooner or later, though, you always have to wake up.
You want a fair deal, you’re on the wrong planet. The strong prey on the weak. That’s just the way things are. And nobody does a damn thing.
This is how it’s done. When people are sitting on s*** that you want, you make them your enemy. Then you justify taking it.