Like anybody can tell you, I am not a very nice man. 

I don't know the word. I have always admired the villain, the outlaw, the son of a bitch. 

I don't like the clean-shaven boy with the necktie and the good job. 

I like desperate men, men with broken teeth and broken minds and broken ways. They interest me. They are full of surprises and explosions. 

I also like vile women, drunk cursing bitches with loose stockings and sloppy mascara faces. 

I'm more interested in perverts than saints. 

I can relax with bums because I am a bum. 

I don't like laws, morals, religions, rules. 

I don't like to be shaped by society