It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
Half a million dollars will always be missed.
Here we go. AK-47. The very best there is. When you absolutely, positively got to kill every motherfucker in the room, accept no substitutes.
The things you own end up owning you.
What the fuck happened to you, man? Shit, your ass used to be beautiful!