That's the thing, though, right? I got my life on track. I did the right thing, got to be the kind of man I actually want to be, and what'd I get for it? Kicked off onto the universal circuit, turned into Bambi's fucking zombie cousin. Spent months digging up people's grandmothers out of the graveyards so I could eat them; tried to murder some poor fucker hooked up to a machine because I needed someone to blame.