This Life or the Next

by Demian Vitanza

if you don’t find something to live for, you should find something to die for.

They hate the police. They hate their parents. They hate the state. They hate Western society. But first and foremost, they hate themselves. They feel like they’re never good enough. So they want to do something good, but they don’t know how.

You know, hate is like drinking poison and waiting for your enemy to die.