Ghost of Bristol Hills
The truth? I’ve hated you for so long, it’s become a religion.
It’s informed almost everything I’ve done over the past ten years. The books I've read. The clothes I wear. What I’ve done to make ends meet. Where I’ve chosen to live. Who I’ve slept with. What I've eaten, what I drink. Why I drink.
There’s a hate so deep, you can taste it. It tastes like copper and electricity, like charged blood...
I've built a church out of this hate. You think I'm going to walk away from this church now?