I am the child of a lunatic. Not a child of God.
The cancer I don't have is everywhere now.
You see, life only turns out good or bad for only a little bit. And then it turns out some other way.
We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra...
they should let some people into the library by prescription only
This is the biggest mistake I could think would save me. I wanted to give up the idea that I had any control. Shake things up. To be saved by chaos. To see if I could cope, I wanted to force myself to grow again. To explode my comfort zone.