Когда кто-то спрашивает кто я, то я невольно тоже задаюсь этим вопросом. Ну, я плохой человек, плохой писатель и просто плохой. Зовут Алисой, стара как мир. — What happened to you? What made you so fuckеd up? — "There is no hunting like the hunting of a man. And those who've hunted armed men long enough, and like it, never really care for anything else thereafter." — That's pretty poetic. Did you come up with that all by yourself? — No, actually. That was Hemingway.