It was that night I discovered that most things you consider evil or wicked are simply lonely, and lacking in the social niceties.
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.
What the fuck happened to you, man? Shit, your ass used to be beautiful!
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.
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.
Half a million dollars will always be missed.