Rage is what I’ve felt throughout my whole life. It’s stronger than anger; it can’t be controlled unlike wrath. Anger is what I have to fall asleep with. It’s just an echo, dust under your feet. Loss of self-control—what I suffer from since childhood. I never learned to fully control my emotions; only sometimes was I able to rein myself in. Every time I felt my nerves were at the limit, that I was about to explode and burn myself from the inside, it came. Rage gave me what no drug could give. Pleasure. Blood boiling, driving the mind into ecstasy. You understand nothing else—this intoxicates more than any alcohol. It destroyed me. The reputation of our criminal organization was the worst of all. In our world, that meant one thing: stay away from us. Did I get off on my own crap? Well, what can I say? Yes, I enjoyed it. Welcome to my dark world, kids. Contains obscene language.