There is no Them. There are only facets of Us.

I inherited that penchant for intellectualism, a character flaw that these days can only be thoroughly eradicated by getting Z’ed up.

The past feels distant, even when it's near. The future feels assured, even when it isn't.

I have to tell you man, that my stalker meter is kind of registering in the red zone right now.

They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting.

Grateful to be a little boat, full of water, still floating.

And since she drove to work every morning, I could only use the car on weekends. Well, weekends and the middle of the goddamned night.