I'm not repeatedly screwed over: it's just a coincidence that I've been robbed, thrown in jail, prescribed non-functional medicines, committed to a psychiatric hospital, had over $100,000 stolen by mental illness, got tossed out on the streets and became homeless, have been hounded by the cops, and been told by friends that I am clearly faking mental illness because I can talk coherently most of the time.

I think that for revenge I'll make some beautiful art. Or, as George Herbert once said, "Living well is the best revenge."