Only hatred is eternal. The less you have, the less you have to worry about someone taking from you. When everything you have vanishes, when there's absolutely nothing left, relax. Listen to Sinatra's Cycles album. Strange little mysterious blessings have a way of spraying down on you.
Survival is little more than a funny little endurance game.
If your blood is pure, it'll give you the strength you need. Of course, if those blessings don't find their way to you pretty damn quick, I'd suggest suicide. They were just too damned tempting. Besides, if twenty-seven cents was easier to deal with than five bucks, then nothing at all has got to be easier still. Copyright Jim Knipfel.