(..) I'd meet him again and thrash him. I got out, won a few local games, tournaments, beat a few good fellas. That's when they made those clippings that you found. But the stress... I'd just get sick again. I had to take those pills to stop me from getting sick. Have you thrashed Dad yet? (..)

(..) I just want to fuckin' kill him. Why are you sleeping here? Why aren't you fuckin' sleeping in a house like everyone else? Is there something wrong with you, holding on to all those old clippings? Are you crazy? Is that why you need those pills? Just fuckin' tell me! Or are you too scared? (..)