Why would I worry you’re a sex worker with a gem addiction & a pistol what could go wrong.

She had never been so scared that truly and finally she was going to pick up one of Sol’s Oscars and bash him on the head with it until he was dead.

“We don’t need your endorsement, Teacher. You stick to blowing up billboards.”

It wasn’t like he didn’t know he was abnormal. He’d been living with himself all his life.

She had put on spirit as well as flesh.

I just keep going.