But loneliness that deep gets into the marrow. Now that I’m here - among friends - I can feel it burning out of me. Little by little, step by step.

You could've asked me to do the same - to throw myself at her, what I wanted be damned. But you didn’t. And I’m grateful.

You smell very delicious, but I will not bite you.

I have witnessed dar too much, and you have given me too little. Finally, I can see.

I love this time of year. The dickheads start popping up.