He just got in the car, but the batteries dead. So he asks to use the phone and she gives him some head.

You know, people are basically shitty. It's when they prove it over and over again that it gets obnoxious.

Power will be maintained by the groovy guy or gal who gets the most media coverage for his sleaze. Naturally, his friends in various businesses will do okay, too.

Find you a bridge and take a jump. Just make certain you do it right the first time, cause nothing's worse than a suicide chump.

Without music to decorate it, time is just a bunch of boring production deadlines or dates by which bills must be paid.

A drug is neither moral nor immoral - it's a chemical compound. The compound itself is not a menace to society until a human being treats it as if consumption bestowed a temporary license to act like an asshole.

Jazz isn't dead. It just smells funny.