the psyche has been burned and left us senseless, the world has been darker than lights-out in a closet full of hungry bats, and the whiskey and wine entered our veins when blood was too weak to carry on

You just rebel against everything. How are you going to survive? I don't know. I'm already tired.

People were interesting at first. Then later, slowly but surely, all the flaws and madness would manifest themselves. I would become less and less to them; they would mean less and less to me.

Angels, we have grown apart.

Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.

It’s never quite right, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the lives we live.

I remember when each 4th lot was vacant and overgrown, and the landlord only go this rent when you had it, and each day was clear and good and each moment was full of promise.