I met one guy in some kind of camp or something, I had good relations with others, but I knew from the first goddamn moment that I hate him. And he too. And our first conversation was similar to the one between Butch and Vincent. So I don’t wonder about them. We were both talking sarcastic. I don’t know what is it, I think some instinct, because I just can’t explain why I hated him and he hated me.
