oh object of my hate, yes, i remember jail. i brought my bible in to read and preached Christianity. a homeless run away lost foster child hugged me and told me she was happy i was sent there when i left. i loved my time in jail because it was a wonderful break from the psycho addict before your a**. see! you’re not even the only thrill seeker i’ve loved. . oh, i mean hated. he’s so fukin’ cool a very memorable Friends moment started with him and a famous movie is based on his offspring. just as you said, he’s fallen worse than you, if you can imagine that. people like you may not be a dime a dozen, you’re definitely more a diamond in the rough. don’t be so sure you won’t find me with someone just like you in the end or even better—fact. and oh object of my hate. . who wouldn’t think everyone was out to get their a** with all the drugs you’ve let pollute that precious big a** brain of yours? you s***, you really do.