It is hard to find a friend,' I said. 'It is the hardest thing in this world,' he agreed.

We can all of us be hurt, and no one is exclusively safe from worry and sadness.

I lay in the dark thinking about the difficulties of family, how crazy and crooked the stories of a bloodline can be.

It is hard to find a friend,' I said. 'It is the hardest thing in this world,' he agreed.

...but I could not sleep without proper covering and spent the rest of the night rewriting lost arguments from my past, altering history so that I emerged victorious.

Most people are chained to their own fear and stupidity and haven’t the sense to level a cold eye at just what is wrong with their lives. Most people will continue on, dissatisfied but never attempting to understand why, or how they might change things for the better, and they die with nothing in their hearts but dirt and old, thin blood - weak blood, diluted - and their memories aren’t worth a goddamned thing.

I do not know what it was about that boy but just looking at him, even I wanted to clout him on the head. It was a head that invited violence.