Fathers. Mothers. With all their caring and attention. They will fuck you up, every time.

Dude, the place is filling up," I say. "It feels like we're living in the bottom half of an hourglass." Like somehow we're running out of time.

Nothing feels as awful as pouring your heart out to some talk therapist, then realizing this so-called professional is actually vastly stupid and you've just professed your most secret secrets to some goon who's wearing one brown sock and one blue sock.

When you're an addict, you can go without feeling anything except drunk or stoned or hungry. Still, when you compare this to other feelings, to sadness, anger, fear, worry, despair, and depression, well, an addiction no longer looks so bad. It looks like a very viable option.

Some people are just born human, the rest of us, we take a lifetime to get there.

At this rate, we'll never get to the future.

It's funny how you never think about the women you've had. It's always the ones who get away that you can't forget.