You take a vulnerable kid, an addict, drop him in a mess of death and doubt, it won’t be long before he starts looking for something to cling to.
When a woman says, “Come with me” and she doesn’t tell you where you’re going, she’s taking you to Jesus. It’s always Jesus.
Turns out there’s nothing you’ll ever take that nature won’t take back. It all belongs to her again.
Stop. Oh, my God, just stop it. This domestic bickering like it’s normal, like you’re normal people in a normal kitchen. It’s not normal. Stop it. Stop acting like it is.
Please, let me explain the rules of the boat. Rule number one, it’s my boat. Rule number two, it is my boat. And if there remains any confusion about rules one and two, I offer rule number three, it’s my goddamn boat.