“Something snapped in me after Nancy died. I would hurt people who even looked at me wrong and being the runt I was, I always carried a weapon. I often fought dudes bigger and I’d hit them with whatever I could get my hands on -a 2×4 from the boardwalk, a pipe, a bottle, a brick or a rock. I’m not bragging about it, or proud of my actions in any way, but the sick thig was that it made me feel good to hurt people. It was like therapy and a twisted way of working out my anger.”
The evolution of a Cro-Magnon
JOHN JOSEPH
Punkhouse 2007
428 págs.
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