I wonder if this is one of those things they call a teachable moment. What it’s supposed to teach me, I have no idea.
Home late. Be naked.
Fuck you, angel. Fuck you and all God's little prison bitches. He slips you some cigarettes and a con job smile and you run off to do his dirty work for him. Go and scare some sinners. No one's listen...
Sandoval screws up her lips in a sour expression like she just licked the bottom of a bus station chair.
Of course, aside from fear, the God business runs on sentimentality. That’s the only explanation. Unless it’s a real estate scam.
No. You open it. You think I put a bomb in there? Maybe snakes? Maybe a snake bomb?
If fucking up is power, I should be the Hulk by now.
I mean, there’s doomed. There’s screwed. And there’s monsoons-in-Hell fucked. And we’re at fucked o’clock.
I hate this place. You can’t get a cup of coffee unless it has a backstory and a pedigree so the café can charge you as much for the cup as a normal human pays for dinner. Women drive by in cute littl...
I hate politics. It’s the lowest act a human being can sink to.
I guarantee you I'm not going to forget your voice. We're going to run into each other down the road sometime, and when we do I'm going to pop you apart one rivet at a time.There's the monster. Hello,...
I didn't want this high a profile, but at least now everyone knows I'm armed.
To the dead. Let’s think of them always, but not join them too soon.
They were the understanding eyes of kindly folk who burned witches alive to save their souls.
There’s the opposite of love at first sight. There are people walking the earth that the moment you meet them, you want to punch them and keep punching them.
There’s another half that thinks you’re just crazy. Finally. My people. She
The way he’s shooting, he couldn’t hit the sky from a weather balloon.
THERE’S ONLY ONE problem with L.A. It exists. L.A. is what happens when a bunch of Lovecraftian elder gods and porn starlets spend a weekend locked up in the Chateau Marmont snorting lines of crank of...
So, this really is a crusade after all. And now I’m part of it. Hallelujah.
Short of flamethrowers, nukes, or a bunch of trained Drifter killers, the best strategy is nature’s simplest: run like you’re a zebra at a waterhole and a pride of lions just showed up with ketchup an...