In retrospect, I feel bad for Spencer the Animal. I did not feel bad at the time. At the time I wanted to break him and make him understand that you can't smash and tear things and scream hurtful insults and ask women if you can fuck them.

But now I feel bad for him, because he's a senior and he's about to graduate and he's an alcoholic, and here at Stanford you get chance after chance, but in the real world you get put in jail and you abuse your wife and your children and your life is a Waste.

I do not want Spencer's life to be a Waste. Tonight, for Spencer the Animal, I'll pray.