You love the man. You learn to love the club. If you can do that, there’s no truth you can’t handle.
It’s hard not to hate. People, things, institutions. When they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed, hate is the only feeling that makes sense. But I know what hate does to a man. Tears him apart. Turns him into something he’s not. Something he promised himself he’d never become.
Every time I think maybe I’m heading in the right direction, I end up in a place I never even knew could feel this bad.
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You so much as flash a pretty grin at him, I will jam my fist so far up your bony ass, your cup size will double.[to Cherry]