I had a dream the other night that I was cutting the legs off skateboard punks. They were hurlings bits of glass at me and I just pulled out a machete and started chopping. The symbolism of this dream is obvious. Skateboard punks were the types who cut me down my entire life. Now I was cutting them down. All in the name of love. I will no longer feed hate. See, it's not about punishing them, but rather about correcting a grave imbalance. They were the ones who had everything while I had nothing. Now the tables are turning. Balance. By going from one extreme to another I find Aristotle's Golden Mean.