An Even Briefer History Of A Drowning Boy

I've got a feeling like a dog that's been beaten till it bites children. I've been sustaining myself on a steady diet of piss and vinegar. I've been smearing the shit of insults across my face like war paint. Let's empty our pockets and assess our worth; I've got 3 lighters, friends in high places who wouldn't piss on me if I was on fire, and 5 hollow points. Ever see what a hollow point does to a phony's fucking face? Me neither, but I'm sure it's great. This is how the diary of a drowning boy becomes the manifesto of a broken man.