I don't understand how someone could be a shrink. Someone who's job it is to pick apart someones character defects. I do that enough already when I'm in a misanthropic mood for it. Sometimes I cant see past their insecurity, their thoughtlessness, their vanity, their fear. Everyone is hideously distorted. They become monsters to me, they become gargoyles. I want to crawl into my garage spin a punk record and never talk to anyone again.

jesus died for somebodys sins but not mine