Stay. Fight. Live. Take It. Cry. Cry.

I Want A Drink. I Want Fifty Drinks. I Want A Bottle Of The Purest, Strongest, Most Destructive, Most Poisonous Alcohol On Earth. I Want Fifty Bottles Of It. I Want Crack, Dirty And Yellow And Filled With Formaldehyde. I Want A Pile Of Powder Meth, Five Hundred Hits Of Acid, A Garbage Bag Full Of Mushrooms, A Tube Of Glue Bigger Than A Truck, A Pool Of Gas Large Enough To Drown In. I Want Something Anything Whatever However As Much As I Can.

In Life We Often Look To Others For Simple, But Difficult Answers, Despite The Fact That We Have Those Answers Ourselves.

One Of The Beautiful And Terrible Things About America Is You Can Go There And Still Be Whatever You Want, If You Bust Your Ass And You Have Some Luck.

I Hope Nobody Took The Razzle Dazzle Rose.

The Young Man Came To The Old Man Seeking Counsel. I Broke Something, Old Man. How Badly Is It Broken? It's In A Million Little Pieces. I'm Afraid I Can't Help You. Why? There's Nothing You Can Do. Why? It Can't Be Fixed. Why? It's Broken Beyond Repair. It's In A Million Little Pieces.