“You listen to this band. You find yourself downing six cans of Schlitz. You force the family cat’s back paw into the opening of an empty Schlitz can. You kick it as it hobbles away, back leg bloodied. You scratch “all is gone” with a bent fish hook into your sister’s thigh. You take your last empty can of Schlitz and cut it in half with your switch-blade. You press the can into your forehead and peel off a jagged disk of your skin. You fuck the can-hole and put your forehead skin into the family milk jug. You spit on your dad as you walk out the door into the cold dark night. You are one maladjusted motherfucker. Your favorite band is The Berzerker…”
— Richard Lawler
