poniedziałek, 26 lipca 2010
Honey, all you have to be by the time you're 23 is yourself.
"There's no point to any of this. It's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know... a Quarter-Pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle... and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt. " Troy Dyer
Etykiety: reality bites