Your were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off. i took a viagra, got stuck in me throat, i’ve had a stiff neck for hours. you wouldn’t hit a man with no trousers on, would you? you are as precious to me as you were to your own mother and father. i swore to them that i would protect you, and i haven’t. when i get back, remind to tell you about the time i took 100 nuns to nairobi! at this point, i’d set you up with a chimpanzee if it’d brought you back to the world! you are as precious to me as you were to your own mother and father.
We got no food we got no money and our pets heads are falling off! haaaaaaarry. your entrance was good, his was better. brain freeze. look ma i’m road kill look ma i’m road kill hey, maybe i will give you a call sometime. your number still 911? we had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers… a drug person can learn to cope with things like seeing their dead grandmother crawling up their leg with a knife in her teeth.
I thought about you every time i jerked off, dickhead. did you hear about the happy roman? he was “glad he ate her.” you’re talking to me all wrong… it’s the wrong tone. you do it again and i’ll stab you in the face with a soldering iron. hey, tell me, does your mother sew? boom. get her to sew that! he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. then, when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. i thought about you every time i jerked off, dickhead. this is america, babe, you gotta think big to be big. you’re talking to me all wrong.