Mood:  caffeinated

"Remember how things used to be.

"Remember the terror.

"Remember dying everytime the phone rang.

"Because you knew I was out there.

"The message is for all the scum."

-P. by Garth Ennis

Mood:  irritated

"This isn't some bar room brawl or creep with a gas can looking to torch some wino. This is big and I'm right in the middle of it and there's no place I'd rather be."

"Settle down Marv. Take another pill."

"There's no settling down. It's going to be blood for blood and by the gallons. It's the old days. The bad days. The all-or-nothing days. They're back. There's no choices left and I'm ready for war."

"Prison was hell for you Marv. It'll be life this time."

"HELL? YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT HELL IS. NONE OF YOU PEOPLE DO. HELL ISN'T GETTING BEAT UP OR HAULED IN FRONT OF SOME FAGGOT JURY. HELL IS WAKING UP EVERY GOD DAMN MORNING AND NOT KNOWING WHY YOU'RE EVEN HERE. WHY YOU'RE EVEN BREATHING.

"THAT'S WHAT HELL IS AND I'M FINALLY OUT. IT TOOK SOMEBODY WHO WAS VERY  KIND TO ME GETTING KILLED TO DO IT BUT I'M OUT. I KNOW EXACTLY WHY I'M BREATHING. I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I'M DOING."

Mood:  d'oh

This is not the greatest blog in the world,

This is a tribute.

Couldn't remember the greatest blog in the world,

This is a tribute.

Alright,

to the greatest blog in the world,

alright!