There are days when I don’t know how I live with myself. Those days are Sundays through Saturdays.

“I always wear gloves, so at any moment I could commit a crime and not be worrie…”

“Don’t try blowing smoke up my ass, because you’ll find my anus blocked—by a cig…”

“I didn’t do a 180-degree turn on my thinking. I simply swiveled my chair around…”

“Love with all your heart. And the rest of your body. Oh, and your mind, too.”