Spider Jerusalem

“And I remember saying, “Hold everything right fucking there. You went to all the trouble of conceiving me, and giving birth to me, and raising me and feeding me and clothing me and all. And yeah, whipping me from time to time, and making me live in a house that’s freezing fucking cold all the goddamn time.

And you make me cry, and things hurt so much, and disappointments crush my heart every day, and I can’t do half the things I want to do, and sometimes I just want to scream.

And what I’ve got to look forward to is my body breaking, and something flipping off the switch in my head. I go through all of this, and then there’s death? What is the motherfucking deal here!?” I was not having this. This was not fair.

There was no way you could expect me to put up with all this daily shit and know that at the end of it all, when you presume things have to get better, you just die.”