If you had told me in my youth that later in life I would become so fervently grateful for experiences that made me miserable beyond words, induced relentless pain, caused suffering and loss in exchange for a few fleeting moments and a glimpse of what it feels like to be immortal, I would have told you to fuck off. I spent more than a decade chasing a dragon that can never truly be caught. One that brought me and people that I love through the depths of hell and back all for the sake of belonging to some sort of tribal, fierce, and grossly misunderstood brotherhood. A group of obsessive, self- deprecating elitists. If you told me this when I was young, I would have told you to go sell crazy somewhere else. To capture the essence of what this subculture of warriors represents, and what would make someone choose this path in life is difficult to say the least. Maybe impossible. When it’s all said and done, I guess you just have to live it to truly know.
Nico; Sex, Drugs and The Endless War