When your action is gone, and all that’s left is motionlessness, I’ll be there, whistling.

“It’s 3:33 am as I’m writing this down on loose sheets of printer paper. I’m in …”

“My crotch is the center of my body, but not the center of my being. That would …”

“Her name was Penny, and she was good looking. She wasn’t a dime, but she wasn’t…”

“I don’t need a napkin. That’s what pants are for.”