The problem with every story is you tell it after the fact.
Maybe the truth is I really want to like you instead.
Seek midday nourishment. Visit memorial acclaimed war hero Colonel Sanders.
There's no escaping fate, it just keeps going. Day and night, the future just keeps coming at you.
Tyler and me at the edge of the roof, the gun in my mouth, I'm wondering how clean this gun is.
I wanted to write about the moment when your addictions no longer hide the truth from you. When your whole life breaks down. That's the moment when you have to somehow choose what your life is going to be about.