A guy told me one time, "Don't let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner." Now, if you're on me and you gotta move when I move, how do you expect to keep a... a marriage?
Cause she's got a great ass... and you got your head all the way up it! Ferocious, aren't I? When I think of asses, a woman's ass, something comes out of me.
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.
It was that night I discovered that most things you consider evil or wicked are simply lonely, and lacking in the social niceties.
I do what I do best, I take scores. You do what you do best, try to stop guys like me.
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.
He knew the risks, he didn't have to be there. It rains... you get wet.
My life's a disaster zone. I got a stepdaughter so fucked up because her real father's this large-type asshole. I got a wife, we're passing each other on the down-slope of a marriage - my third - because I spend all my time chasing guys like you around the block. That's my life.