A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories. They live on after him, and in that way he becomes immortal.
Oh, fuck it, I don't have to talk, either, man! See how you like it. Just total fuckin' silence. Two can play at that game, smart guy. We'll just see how you like it. Total silence.
Didya hear the one about the guy who couldn't afford personalized plates, so he went and changed his name to J3L2404?
You know, it's proven that second-hand smoke is, uh, carcin-... uh, you know, cancer related.
Everybody's there, and I mean everybody. And the strange thing is, there's not a sad face to be found, everyone's just so happy to see you.
It was that night I discovered that most things you consider evil or wicked are simply lonely, and lacking in the social niceties.