At times I drive all day, spending all that I have just to buy fuel, and even stealing a couple times. Doesn't matter, I have to move. In the car I'm alone, and that's the way of it. Hating people is easy. All you have to do is hear them.
Hate is the only thing strong enough to deal with the masses.
The only thing the masses know. I once drove into a town, and the thoughts were so loud and the hate grew so big, I thought that I might split wide. Images of hammers striking me, just to start the flow, to relieve the pressure, to dull the noise, to end me. The end is all I really want, but the fear. Fear keeps me alive, keeps me listening.