I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and some minor love.
A day of minor profit or prophet led to a night of drunkenness.
Well, we lost it, and that’s all there is to that.
Let it die. Let there be a new beginning. It’s awful. Goodnight.
Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.
The hangover was brutal but he didn't mind. It told him he had been somewhere else, someplace good.