I merely use his computer. I wonder why we struggle so hard to stay in touch with the people we like and need when in the end it's all answering machines and call- waiting and phone tag. We have too many words that basically translate into not talking. Sometimes, walking home late at night through the parking lot, it seems so easy to just throw morals and trained-laws aside and just rip someone out of their car as they warm it up and drive off into a life of crime and certain death. Sometimes I can convince myself that all the work is worth it.
Violence is a fact of life.
It is primal and always. Laws are not. Injustice breeds in the sewers of the world. As long as we have sewers, we will have injustice. No manner of protest or rhetoric will change that.