I kiss her. I kiss her and kiss her. I try not to bite her lip. She tastes like vodkahoney.

“Everybody uses everybody until we're all just a bunch of used up shit sacks wai…”

“I drop to the curb like childhood leaving a body.”

“That's about when it happens. Coming down the escalator from one Nord floor to …”

“Out of the sad sack of sad shit that was my life, I made a wordhouse.”