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.
Now I see this clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me.
I bark. That man there, see him? He bites.
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.
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.
- Is there any special country you wanna go to?
You know I can call anybody, they'd put it on the phone? The Pope, an astronaut, the wisest of the wise... Who do I have to call?