On Sue

Sue is mean and not nice
That is why I shot her twice.

The end

On Death

Lo, to die. To kill, to maim.
I really like to watch men die.

I hope nobody kills me.
So I can kill them instead.

The end.

One of the joys of top notch taste receptors is getting to enjoy the full flavour without the nasty hangover.

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.