The Law is the tail that wags this ol' adopted dog. Sometimes violently.

It's like I'm wired in to an atomic power, powering my ability to pull a rail tanker filled with the archives of seething hatred. In the end, I'm certain I'll say that I just didn't know what to make of things. I'm cool and all with meaninglessness, but the cost of admission far exceeds what comes next. I'm left to wonder: what the fuck?! Gotta go, getting wagged again.