“ I used to fear things like not having enough alcohol and drugs, or the money to get them. Now I fear someone holding me down and physically forcing me to take drugs and drink alcohol. I fear that for… Phil Volatile
“ I pawned the remote to my misery,trading it in for liquor that was cheap;screwdrivers for my vitamin c,and a little bloodstream to my IV,helping to soothe my lunacy Phil Volatile
“ What simple andordinary lives we live,underneath the shadowsof projection screenartists Phil Volatile
“ America—where we hate our fathers, love our mothers, andeveryone is hung up on tryingto be a man Phil Volatile
“ We had scar-tissueromance and ours wasa relationship of sayinggoodbye—every timewe fought, every timewe fucked, and every timewe called it quits, beforepicking up our knivesagain Phil Volatile
“ It’s sadthat burnt marshmallowsmake me think ofmethamphetamine,when theyshould bringback childhoodmemories ofs’mores Phil Volatile
“ I traded in myfreedom fora needy, whinyand defiantfour-year-old,a junky girlfriend,and a relationshipriddled withsomeone else’sproblemsNow, I stareout of openwindows likea wild mustangcraving openfiel… Phil Volatile
“ Too many codeine pills,Too many nights of cold chillsToo many weak-handed dealsToo many lives, the addict steals Phil Volatile
“ We aim to bemen who’ll makeour mothers proud,but we end upmaking them cry,and are onlyslightly betterthan our fathers,at best Phil Volatile
“ Because any guilt the sizeof a speck of dust, or shame,can crush even the best of men,in mountains of weight Phil Volatile
“ When I was achild my worldwasn’t blackand white,it was grey,until I gotbeat upenough timesto realizemy skin wasbeige, anddifferent Phil Volatile
“ I can remember whendelusions of grandeur entailed wanting tobe a rock star, movie star,a millionaire; to make itas a writer—now it seems that it’sto want to earn adecent living Phil Volatile
“ We should’ve thrown fucking riots the first time they had us ring up and bag our owngroceries Phil Volatile
“ He was tiredof being calleda fag and teasedfor his sexualityby one of the guards,so he tried to hanghimself, twiceThe kid got a littlecloser the secondtime, but I won’t bearound to see athird Phil Volatile
“ Love, is a Bloody Razor BladeLove came like fire from aboveand disappeared like a wet dream,underneath a leaky kitchen sinkFor weeks it went drip, drip, drip…until it could be, eventually fixedIt took… Phil Volatile
