It was hard for me to believe. When recess was over I sat in class and thought about it. My mother had a hole and my father had a dong that shot juice. How could they have things like that and walk around as if everything was normal, and talk about things, and then do it and not tell anybody?

Long ago, among other lies they were taught that silence was bravery.

I've never met another man I'd rather be.

Keep your money in your pocket. Or bet it on a good horse.

I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.

Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.

Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.