I did drugs all the time. I was hooked on meth. I had abortions - a lot of abortions - and I shot a woman 'cause she was mean to me about that and it made me mad. Then I went to prison and found God, and believed some stuff about Him that weren't true - I believed He didn't like gay people or transgenders or nonbelievers or anyone who wasn't my exact kind of Christian, and so I didn't like 'em either. I used God to be bossy and cruel. I thought He wanted me to kill someone I knew there, but I was really just angry and out for revenge, you know; I was looking for an excuse. And then the same kind of thing happened when I got here; I tried to kill Vergil 'cause I was scared, and I thought I was in trouble with God and doing it would bring me back into His favor.

I have not always been a good person to know.