Sorry, mom. Sorry, God.

We'll never be as young as we are tonight.

These stories are ghosts, bringing people back from the dead. Just for a moment. For a visit. Every story is a ghost.

I'm a toxic waste byproduct of God's creation.

I learned all those jokes in second grade. Second grade is really where they tell you those horrific jokes, racist jokes and misogynistic jokes that you have no idea what they mean, and you just memorize them because they have a very strong effect, they make people laugh in this kind of nervous, horrible way, and it's only later that you realize that you've got a head full of crap.

If you knew that your life was merely a phase or short, short segment of your entire existence, how would you live? Knowing nothing 'real' was at risk, what would you do? You'd live a gigantic, bold, fun, dazzling life. You know you would. That's what the ghosts want us to do - all the exciting things they no longer can.

I just don't want to die without a few scars.