If we're all going to hell in a handbasket, we might as well make it a party on the way down

If we're all going to hell in a handbasket, we might as well make it a party on the way down

Drug addicts are so funny that way. Just spinning around, lost in their own little world. Doing so much, accomplishing so little. How sad.

It's a spooky thing to be left alone inside an angry innerverse.

People die all around us all the time. Drop like flies. Overdose. Aids. Sometimes they kill themselves. People come. They go. Dying is the same as rehab or moving back to Missouri. It just means I won't be seeing them again

Watch out for the average--they're usually hiding something big.

I'm not addicted to drugs, I'm addicted to glamour.