His saliva tasted like the wet dicks of ten thousand lonely truck drivers.
If you ask me, most people have children just as their own enthusiasm about life begins to wane.
Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.
These distraction-oholics. These focus-ophobics.
What if reality is nothing but some disease?
Angel says that rich people don't like to tolerate much. Money gives you permission to just walk away from everything that isn't pretty and perfect. You can't put up with anything less than lovely. You spend your life running, avoiding, escaping.