I started reading Michael Louise Calvillo’s I Will Rise earlier today – I’ve not had a chance to get more than 20 pages in, though, for various reasons (damn it!).
But there it was on the bottom of the third page:
I’m not nice. I hate life. I hate you, and most likely, you hate me. I’m ugly, pot-bellied, acne-scarred and media-twisted. I’m real and I’m fundamentally fucked up. I’m real and I really need.
I literally jumped out of my chair and yelled, “Fuck yeah!” :banana: