She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him.
He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit.
And they would all smile at the beauty of destruction.
Why me?' I ask God. God says nothing. I laugh and the stars watch. It's good to be alive.
And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me.
Stealing it, in a sick kind of sense, was like earning it.