Anarchist's Blood

If we'd never met everything would have made sense.
If Renee hadn't run away to be "saved" by a Jesus impersonating, of the occult fuckwad, things wouldn't be so fucking hard.
But we did and she did and things just haven't been right since.

Renee and I were a pair of those attached-at-the-hip best friends. We were born in Tuscon on the same day and at the same hospital two doors down from one another. We found the same things funny, we liked the same fast-paced music, and we had an appetite for anarchy and destruction. That's why we were so close. When we were together we were unstoppable.

Our parents hated it. They despised us in our togetherness and made every tactical move to keep us away from one another, but it was impossible. We were defiant little shits and we didn't give a damn who knew it. It was all we could do not to fail out of school, although we both ended up dropping out before the end of our freshman year of high school anyway. Who gave a fuck about class? It was just the government's way of keeping us in line, making us all little fucking clones of one another... Renee and I didn't like that. We preferred the street scene anyway. That was the life we knew and the one we were most comfortable in.

That was about the same time we both decided to pack our things and run away from home.