- You're the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time.
- Story of my life.
A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories. They live on after him, and in that way he becomes immortal.
Oh man, I can't fucking believe this. Another basement, another elevator. How can the same shit happen to the same guy twice?
It was that night I discovered that most things you consider evil or wicked are simply lonely, and lacking in the social niceties.
Everybody's there, and I mean everybody. And the strange thing is, there's not a sad face to be found, everyone's just so happy to see you.
Just once, I'd like a regular, normal Christmas. Eggnog, a fuckin' Christmas tree, a little turkey. But, no. I gotta crawl around in this motherfuckin' tin can.