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.
I want the future to be unknown. I want to become a whole person.
There's the television. It's all right there - all right there. Look, listen, kneel, pray. Commercials! We're not productive anymore. We don't make things anymore. It's all automated. What are we for then? We're consumers
Oh man, I can't fucking believe this. Another basement, another elevator. How can the same shit happen to the same guy twice?
There's no right, there's no wrong, there's only popular opinion.
- You're the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time.
- Story of my life.