.We're full of shit. Anger ain't a mood, it's a goddamn way of life. It's why we drive twenty straight hours up the five. To play for twenty kids in the basement of a house. Kids that are angry and alive. That threaten us with knives. But one black eye does not a blind man make. No. Cause I feel fed-.
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