I was a fool, alone, preparing to do what every fool did at such times—I was going to a bar to drink myself smart.
You’re going to listen to me, and for once you’re going to hear what I say and not read between lines that aren’t there.
He had a skull and crossbones label on him, but I drank his poison nevertheless and loved it; now I needed an antidote.
You'll continue to be a bitch no matter what, but I'm glad you aren't a callous, self-absorbed one.
