The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it.

Now you know how I justify my addictions—if I can pay less for it than I would at Wal-Mart, I get to have it.

He was on me before my brain processed the fact that he was coming for me.

There should be a vaccine against Adam Black. And all women should be given it at birth.

It's not my fault who I am. The only think that's my fault is what I choose to do

A fecking flamethrower! Why didn't I think of that? Best I came up with was a measly hair dryer.

Churches crack me up. They're like money, a conspiracy of faith. Like everyone agreed to believe that not only is there a God, but he comes down and checks on folks, so long as they hang in certain places, put up alters, burn lots of candles and incense, and perform sit-stand-kneel and other wacky rituals that'd make a coven of witches not look OCD.