The problem I have with you BPB is that I disagree with your way of life.
To put it in one word "excess"...
You come off so low that you set the tone and I find myself trying hard not emulating your filthy manners.
But I am nothing like you...
I never gave into the pressure of SEX to go out and collect every disease under the sun. NO, I saved myself for LOVE and now that that love is coming ever so near to me you seem vindictive.
I stayed out of the bars and slummy hell holes and stayed home and worked on poetry, rhymes, book writing, songs and dreams that you seem to have no conception of.
All you know is dick... what jurisdiction do I have to forgive you for that?