I'm a son-fo-a-bitch responsible for many deaths. I'm a killer and an outlaw and I've tricked myself into believing I'm different than every other dobbing and murdering criminal in the west. I'm ugly on the inside, and I'll never be capable of change, no matter how many good deeds I do. When I act out of kindness it's with the small hope that maybe I'm righting one of my past wrongs. I'm loyal to the death to people who are close to me, and I have the ability for great tenderness,