nobody can save you but yourself. you will be put again and again into nearly impossible situations. they will attempt again and again through subterfuge, guise and force to make you submit, quit and/or die quietly inside. nobody can save you but yourself

I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.

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?

If you want to know where God is, ask a drunk.

Drinking is another way of thinking, another way of living. It gives you two lives instead of one.

An early taste of death is not necessarily a bad thing.