It didn't pay to trust another human being. Humans didn't have it, whatever it took.

I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.

Don’t do it. Don’t love me.

I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it.

All a guy needed was a chance. Somebody was alway controlling who got a chance and who didn't.

It was too much. The comfortable people made comfortable jokes about weather and things but I sat mostly silent saying a word or so when necessary a word or so trying to hide from them the fact that I was a fool and feeling terrible And I was numb, numb again, numb again again and again, numbness and pain swelling in me.

We are here to laugh at the odds.