Disappear, she says. I love that word.

I am so stupid, so easily fooled. It's really almost funny. If I could lift a finger I would gladly kill myself.

And my life went to pieces, like a love letter in the rain.

Open your eyes, boy. Your eyes. Open your eyes and no more turn aside and brood.

Which do you prefer, she says. Sex or Violence?
I try to smile. What's the difference, really.

With just a very small percent excluded the benefits would just disappear.