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.

Enjoy myself? There's a worm in my brain, I'm surrounded by idiots, and all I've got to drink is wine that tastes like vinegar.

Peace. Enjoy it while it lasts.

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

Tread carefully, now. Not even a god would survive sacrificing me.