I don't like people. People are scum.

After our burgalries I didn't like leaving our house. But I hated allowing those pr!cks to steal even more from me - my piece of mind and my joy of riding.

Crummy things are going to happen to good people. Hiding away isn't going to keep them from happening. You have to keep living your life and doing what you love, otherwise, what's the point?

V.