Whatever broke, whatever burned and snapped, was haphazardly glued together with Elmer's glue and painter's tape. The real shitty stuff—from the Dollar Tree on Fifth Street.

and blow somebody for it and be perfectly happy looking at yourself in the mirror? If that's the case, you can take all your brass rings and shove them up your ass for somebody else to fish out. I'm not interested.

haven't existed before.

he put me in there.