Anxiety's already tingling my skin.
It'll be the biggest decision of my life. Knowing me, I'll probably make the wrong choice.
I'm not a hero, though. I'm just a man.
I don't make people smoke pot or meth, snort coke, put pills or tabs in their mouths or shoot themselves up with heroin. I just transport the stuff.
Your choice is your choice and you need to accept what happens, not shift the blame to someone else if it doesn't turn out your way.
What's inside is none of your business. Your business is getting it for him and getting it to him.
By the first mouthful I knew that I was going to get drunk that night. The drink tasted too good not to.
Sure, I might not be someone to look up to, but you're no role model either.
I figured that maybe he was only hanging around for the tea and tobacco and when one ran out, so would he.
I figured, what harm could come from a little bit of fun? Crabs. The Canadian girl gave me crabs.
That's one of those questions that you think of a better answer for five minutes after you've answered it.
I figured this guy was a fair dinkum Australian. The type of guy that worked the land all day, cracked open a beer or two at night and called girls 'sheilas'.
I'd gotten high enough to fly through time.
Can't get myself down by thinking about what could have been, right?
However, with a gut full of heroin, it's hard to be an optimist.
Reassuring thoughts have a funny way of getting stuck on repeat. Then you wake up one day and you can't remember where you put the last thirty years of your life.
You need a break every once in a while to enjoy the everyday and you need the everyday to enjoy the break you take every once in a while.
Living the rest of my life in Kerobokan, waiting to die, was what I had in front of me.
Don't just hope, dear. Plan and do. Only reserve hope for the things you cannot control.
Your choices can only be limited by your mind.
