It’s tough to get beyond the meat in me. It’s the meat that wants to fuck wild-titted women. It’s the meat that is carnivorous: red meat, french fries, juicy, slurpy, crispy — give it to me. It’s the meat that wants to punish others severely for minor infractions. Some days, when I see some asshole toss a wad of something onto the pavement right next to a trashcan, the meat in me rises up, howling, wanting to smash those stupid littering fingers with a bat. When you think like meat there’s little room for forgiveness.