I hear you. When I was 13 and 15 I had lots of remorse and emotions and I knew that you don't kill people. I knew you don't carjack people. You know these things just because you're 13 or 15 does not mean you don't know them. Now, I guess people could start arguing about the type of lives they had growing up. And that will come up. They will have a army of DCF workers and social workers paraded in and out of court begging for leniency because mama was a crackhead or daddy wasn't around or uncle Joey touched one of them. Well, I was molested by my stepbrother, my mother left me in a baby carriage in new Canaan Connecticut and called my father to come pick me up. It took him 20 minutes to get there. I was in front of the store for 20 minutes. I don't know. I didn't car jack motherfuckers. I didn't hurt people. I didn't hurt animals. So who the fuck knows what makes people do things they do.