I want to have intelligent conversations with you in spite of being drunk, not because we are drunk.
I don’t know how to get by without at least a little bit of pure, evil aggression.
Your family is not like my family but we are both hurt from it.
I always seem to be wanting guacamole and avocados in general.
Us can only be kept alive by timing.
It makes all the decisions. It decides if we live or die. Like the father introducing his daughter to the family handgun.
It’s all a circle. It all moves in a circle.