June twenty-ninth. I gotta get in shape. Too much sitting has ruined my body. Too much abuse has gone on for too long. From now on there will be 50 pushups each morning, 50 pullups. There will be no more pills, no more bad food, no more destroyers of my body. From now on will be total organization. Every muscle must be tight.
I can say I definitely didn't do it because I know what I did or didn't do. But I cannot definitely say that about anybody else, 'cause I don't definitely know.
Eddie, you keep talking like a bitch, I'm gonna slap you like a bitch.
I don't wanna kill anybody. But if I gotta get out that door, and you're standing in my way, one way or the other, you're gettin' outta my way.
Now I see this clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me.
Do you know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin playing just for the waitresses.
Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man.
Each night when I return the cab to the garage, I have to clean the cum off the back seat. Some nights, I clean off the blood.