The only person more cynical than a drunk is a reformed drunk.
Home is where you hang your hangover.
I knew the men were probably terrible people who whistled at pretty girls, treated their wives like servants, and voted for Nixon every chance they got, but as far as I was concerned, they beat the hell out of a Volvo-load of liberals for hard work and good times.
I had done either too much coke or too little, a constant problem in my life.
There's no accounting for laws. Or the changes wrought by men and time.
...the sun rose each morning to stare into my face with the blank but touching gaze of a lovely retarded child.