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.

I have no time for things that have no soul.

Maybe when I get in the grave, things will be beautiful.

the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them

I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread.

It was like a church in there as only the truly lost sit in bars on Tuesday mornings at 8:00 a.m.

Let' em learn or let' em die