He sees me through the glass. We both nod like we give a small shit about each other.

Anyway, they took her body to McBurney's Funeral Home in Motley. They'll be planting her tomorrow.

There is nothing more depressing than toast that no one eats.

Life happens. Shit happens. And it happens a lot. To a lot of people.

It's hard to really look at somebody and go: "Hey, maybe something nice will happen." You just don't-- I know too much about life to have any optimism, because I know even if it's nice, it's going to lead to shit. I know that if you smile at somebody and they smile back, you've just decided that something shitty is going to happen.

I have a lot of acquaintances, a few are buddies