I'm still not sure I didn't die
You know the expression 'God protects fools and drunks'? I qualify for both.
I'd harbored hopes that the intelligence that once inhabited novels or films would ingest rock. I was, perhaps, wrong.
Psychologically, it's better that I think that I'm dirt.
Looking through the viewfinder for me is like being in a movie theater. That's what I like about it.
The sickness of the mother runs on through the girl, leaving her small and helpless. Liquor flies through her brain with the force of a gun, leaving her running in circles.