I goddamn near lost my nose. And I like it. I like breathing through it. And I still think you're hiding something.
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.
Isn't that something? Middle of a drought and the water commissioner drowns. Only in L.A.
You're a very nosy fellow, kitty cat. Huh? You know what happens to nosy fellows? Huh? No? Wanna guess? Huh? No? Okay. They lose their noses.
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.
What can I tell you, kid? You're right. When you're right, you're right, and you're right.
Now I see this clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me.
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.