I drive through the city looking for my next prey. I don’t know where I am going but the scent keeps getting stronger.

Think of the psyche of a man who kills his own mother and sisters, and proudly announces to the world what he's done.

We are sick people. We kill. Fear us, for we will attack without prejudice and don’t even have the conscience repent.

We might not win but we will never lose the passion and hope to keep fighting as the prize is far greater than a cup.