i've come to terms that i am a mean bastard, i wasn't born one it is a learned thing from life experiences. let me explain. i'll tell you how i feel, think, or my opinion without caring about the repercusions of it, i'm brutally honest, but admittedly i can have spots of compassion and lie saying no those jeans don't make your ass look fat. yes i believe that people can't handle the truth, that they want to be lied to that all is well and swell when it's not. now in me telling the truth i'm labeled as a bastard, which is true i am, cause now i get an enjoyment, a type of sadistic glee out of it, that the truth, that is to make one free, is spat upon and not wanted. cause truth can also hurt if your veiw has always been a lie. in me getting older, i have become harder and meaner, but still have those occasional moments of careing, compassionate feelings i had when i was a youth, i'm not a total waste of space, so if i like your work i'll tell you, if i don't i'll tell you that as well, but usually only if asked, and that's me being nice by force of social courteousty, don't want to alienate everyone now do we. can you tell i live in america........have a nice day!