Sharon spilled coffee on my new shirt while we were in the lounge this morning. I told her it was fine and we had a good laugh about the whole thing. If she does it again I'll stab her in the fucking throat with my pen.
She's a good kid.

Anything that can kill a man, I sell. Except suicidal depression.That is unfortunately not packageable.

The thing about happiness is that you only know you had it when it's gone. I mean, you may think to yourself that you're happy.
But you don't really believe it. You focus on the pretty bullshit, or the next job, or whatever.
It's only looking back by comparison with what comes after that you really understand, that's what happiness felt like.

The past, the present and the future walked into a bar. It was tense.

I guess I just wanted to show you that there's two sides to every victory. Those who live to revel in it, and those who died making it happen.