I'm going to arrange you, if that's okay?" I swallowed. "Uh... sure." My hands were clutched to my ribcage, my shoulders hunched almost to my ears. What, this isn't how you want me positioned?

Somebody always wants more.

But even if you have what everyone else wants- if it isn't what you want, it isn't what you want

Alcohol removes inhibitions. It doesn't trigger criminal violence where there was none before.

I've been known to slum it and shop in the gag-him-and-bag-him aisles, believe it or not.

Good God, what did he not remember?

And I’m okay, I really am, most of the time. But sometimes, I’m just not.