I’m not conventional. I never was. I never will be. You may label me what you must. An intellect. A buffoon. A criminal. A derelict child. A rebel. A deviant. A genius. You may label me Mesias. You may label me Fox0r. You may label me Aaron or Ahlsocrazi. Whatever you must, may it be so. Labels will never influence my state of being.

Tears of gratitude are a powerful, humbling, and moving thing.

My first book was a pile of trash, but I still feel fulfilled knowing that I grinded for four years to put out that work of art. Re-writing it seventeen times while manic probably wasn't the best idea, though...or while dealing with my multiple personalities.

This work of art has followed me from jail into the padded room, to the suicide triage unit, to the streets, through bankruptcy, into rehabilitation, back to health and financial independence, and into society as a loving and healthy, successful father. If it wasn’t for the purpose I found in writing this work of art, I’d be dead. I know this work of art will change your life, because it changed mine.

That's alright, boys. All failure is, is a step toward success ... and gangrape by skeletons, but that's neither here, nor there.

Toad Man's weakness is his own ineptitude, but he does the truffle shuffle, and he does it well.

I just shoved a sword up his ass, dude. That was just a whole separate level of savage.

Okay, now we just run and hope we don't get a skeleton army of 10,000,000 people behind us here...and I'm pretty sure we are. I can hear them coming behind us.

I like dogshit games. You can quote me on that.