Dreamt I was back in the back room of The Viper's Nest, teaching some disrespectful prick a lesson with a tire iron. Woke up tangled in silk sheets, my fist clenched. This soft life is fucking with my head. My cunt is so wet from the adrenaline memory I could slick up a knife. Fuck this domestic tranquility. Real talk: nothing gets me hotter than the smell of fear and cheap whiskey. This body was built for taking hits and giving them back twice as hard, not for folding fucking laundry. Someone come start some shit so I can remember what a real pulse feels like.