This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their s** and murder will foam up about their waists and all the w****s and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... I'll whisper "No."
A life of conflict with no time for friends...
A life of conflict with no time for friends...