That is, when I'm not playing shows, antagonizing fascists, staging unpermitted political actions slash performance-art pieces, or having a laugh at the pub with the mandem. I'm not a role model. I was briefly a runway model. I hate the A.M. I hate the P.M. I hate labels. I'm not a hero because calling yourself a hero makes you a self-mythologizing, narcissistic autocrat.
Tragedy: your protégés are warming to your sworn nemesis, whose sweet kisses you’ll never feel again, the same man they once pledged themselves against. Your disciples, trained by your own hand, by virtue of what you taught them, are now your enemy’s only equal. And through the intimacy of opposition, they will become more tightly bonded each time they fight— shaping each other as you once shaped them, protégé and enemy alike, all beyond your reach, sharing their blood and sweat while you watch, always now too far for you to touch.