Love a man who'll bleed to make a point. (Candy)
All losers are romantics. It's what keeps us from blowing our brains out.
Enemies will kill you with a knife in the back. Friends will kill you with kindness. Either way you're dead.
That's what Glocks are. High-precision killing machines that scream "Daddy Issues.
Don't drink too much." "When I can spell out your name in shot glasses, I'll stop." "I'll have to get a shorter name." "I'll have to forget how to spell it.
Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.