Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes.
We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus!
I didn't have any friends at school, didn't want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me.
All a guy needed was a chance. Somebody was alway controlling who got a chance and who didn't.
What's wrong with assholes, baby?
Getting drunk was good. I decided that I would always like getting drunk. It took away the obvious and maybe if you could get away from the obvious often enough, you wouldn't become so obvious yourself.