I'm dealing with fools and trolls and soft targets. It's just strafing runs in my underwear before my first cup of coffee. I don't have time for these clowns.
Boom, crush. Night, losers. Winning, duh.
When friends asked me, Can we help? I'd say, Not unless you can alter time, speed up the harvest or teleport me off this rock. I used that line from Star Wars.
People say you have to work on your resentments. Yeah, no, I'm gonna hang onto them and they're gonna fuel my attack.
I think I have a duty as a recovering guy to help, to make my knowledge of what I went through accessible.
Sure, I did a lot of things in excess. But if you look at the core, the foundation of what I pursued, what red-blooded young American male in my position wouldn't?