I loved the movie, kudos to Mr. Terentino...however, this journal entry is not about marshal arts or hot ass kicking girls. These are my thoughts about the little voice inside my head, also known as my evil inclination. Let's first try to understand who he is and what he stands for.

Bill, as I like to refer to him, is mean. He's a bastard actually, always trying to get me in trouble. He doesnt' think long term, he thinks of momentary satisfaction...He dwells in the physical world and is self consious, rude, and has absolutely no patience. He is afraid of getting too close to people and sometimes scares people away. He doesn't love, he lusts, he doesn't give, he desires, he doesn't ascertain knowledge or wisdom, he is lazy and thinks he can teach others from sheer ignorance and pride of always being right.

Oh and by the way, Bill's a smoker.

So basically this will be the chronicles of how I battle Bill, how I battle the smoking, and how I battle his awful habits in general. This will be the ultimate test, to see who's stronger. I am going to find him, and then I'm going to kill him.

Sincerely
Like An Angel...