You got two options in life, Victor. You can be lonely or irritated.
You don’t get tired of surviving. You just push on. You got 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.
This doesn’t end.
Them that don’t listen have to be brought to heel someday.
The game has changed. We return to the old rules.
People, places, you don’t get to hold on to any of that.
No one’s gone until they’re gone.
Mom likes him. Who knows? She’s used to disappointment.
Maybe we just spent a lot of time trying to convince ourselves the laws of nature didn’t apply.
Ice is good for the pain. And vodka. Lots of vodka.
