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.
- My buddy and his dog killed two of them and, no shit, I torched the last one.
- Yeah, I burnt her ass to a crisp.
- You are real, right?
- I'm as real as a donut, motherfucker.
What the hell are you looking at, you little ginger-haired fucker?
Anybody accidentally kills anybody in a fight, they go to jail. It's called manslaughter. I think all that lethal weapon horseshit is just an excuse so you dancers never have to get in a real fight.
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.