There are plenty of fish in the sea, if I run out of women.

I live to feel her fingers move inside of me like this. The bus makes another stop. A fat man climbs aboard, hauling himself up the stairs. I would kill him for one more moment with her fingers inside me. I don’t have to. She gives me my moment for free. He lives because of her generosity. We all live because of her generosity.

Satellite images, maps and blueprints of the whole world, of every city. We could look it up and know what's there in someone else's words. Or we could get wicked drunk and just go.

I have a form of ESP that allows me to consistently pick losing lottery numbers, and generally make poor life choices.

I want to make something, and I want people to know I made it.

I feel the way bank robbers must feel before they go out on that last job that ends up getting them all killed. That is to say, optimistic.

Judge if you want, we are all going to die. I intend to deserve it.