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Henry, just wait.
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You know, underground, it was weeks,
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I don't know, maybe months,
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all I could think about was revenge.
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Baroque, detailed plans, great plans,
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about how I would torment and eventually kill Mother.
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Sounds wrong? That's how we were trained.
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But all I accomplished was to make myself more angry,
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until I was insane with rage, guilt,
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trying to pull my own eyes out.
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But then I started to dry up
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from that year of binging on life,