I was driving somewhere and I was thinking that I would rather not die anytime soon. Especially not on the way to his funeral. Because the first motherfucker that starts to draw delicate little fatherly lines between me and him … the first motherfucker that says Now they’re together in heaven … that motherfucker? I’m going to make my cremated ashes fill that motherfucker’s mouth and CHOKE HIM TO DEATH.
And now, two weeks later? I’m that motherfucker.