It all started over something as minor as a photo in a porno magazine.

We were all friends, always kidding around. I don't know how it got out of control like this.

It was a real quick thing. By the time I got out into the hallway, Andre had stabbed him already. I jumped on top of Andre and pinned him to the ground and knocked the knife away.

...we need tits and arse because they have got to be available to us; to be pawed, fucked, wanked over. Because we’re men? No. Because we’re consumers. Because those are things we like, things we intrinsically feel or have been conned into believing will give us value, release satisfaction. We value them so we need to at least have the illusion of their availability. For tits and arse read coke, crisps, speedboats, cars, houses, computers, designer labels, replica shirts. That’s why advertising and pornography are similar; they sell the illusion of availability and the non-consequence of consumption.

There will be times when the tide is highand the boat may be rocky, you can crybut never give up.

Not everything you want is everything you really need. The standard of society is motivated by greed. Are you prepared to follow, tell me, are you prepared to lead?So perservere and you'll succeed.