Now I see this clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me.
A naked man with a gun? Do you really expect anyone to believe that?
Go back to Jersey, sonny. This is the City of the Angels, and you haven't got any wings.
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.
Oh, great. You get the girl, I get the coroner.
Some men get the world. Others get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona.
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.
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.