Great news for someone is always bad news for someone else

I don't think you're dying," I said. "I think you've just got a touch of cancer. He smiled. Gallows humor.

Half-drunk on well-creamed gas station coffee and the exhilarating loneliness of a freeway in nighttime.

3 whole Catfish, Wrapped separately Veet (It’s for Shaving your legs Only you don’t Need A razor. It’s with all the Girly cosmetic stuff) Vaseline six pack, Mountain Dew One dozen Tulips one Bottle Of water Tissues One Can of blue Spray paint

He lit a cigarette and handed it to me. I inhaled. Coughed. Wheezed. Gasped for breath. Coughed again. Considered vomiting. Grabbed the swinging bench, head spinning, and threw the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it, convinced my Great Perhaps did not involve cigarettes.

It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you.

We'd failed, maybe, but some mysteries aren't meant to be solved.