He Forgot to Say Goodbye

People just destroy me.

I think sometimes our minds get so full of something that we just have to empty them out.

I had to have stitches above my left eye, and I don’t think my lower left rib will ever be the same. And believe me, I saw stars—the big dipper, the little dipper, and some constellations I didn’t even know existed. Stars. Shit. I mean, can you dig that? I suppose I should thank the guy for showing me a universe I didn’t know existed.

And if that wasn’t enough, the next day she accosted me with “Down the Road.” That girl was real stand-up material

Maybe his nose was broken or something—but he was going to be just fine. See, in situations like this, it’s always best to take the long view of things. In the short term he was bleeding and hurting. In the long term he was going to be just fine.

All I’m trying to do is talk to you. Are you listening? See, the thing is, I don’t think you are listening. Okay, see, we have a problem. You don’t think I want to talk and I don’t think you want to listen

That’s what happens. When you get too angry you can’t see the world anymore

“Your body is nothing but a money machine.” That’s what Uncle Rudy says. “That’s the way it is. We’re all just prostitutes.”

If you work with your mind, then working with your body is just a hobby. But if you work with your body, then, well, your only hobby is to rest.

He has dark eyes and thick, wavy hair that was once really black—really black. But now his hair is more white than black because that’s how it goes when men get older. Their hair begins to get old too. That’s the way it is and there’s nothing we can do about it.