sai (igzou)

Why? Because we belong to the same riffraff, the same wretched pack, and because you put up with my insults. No, don't hit me. You live in caravans. We stay in filthy hotels. We make art. You make artifice. The lowest of us would spit on the best of you. Why? You only risk your lives. We risk our pride. I think you look ridiculous and overdressed, and your little lady would look better without her finery. If you dared, you'd think us even sillier, with our shabby elegance, our painted faces, our pretentious speech. So why shouldn't I insult you?