I would never want to be a member of a group whose symbol was a guy nailed to two pieces of wood.

The larger the group, the more toxic, the more of your beauty as an individual you have to surrender for the sake of group thought. And when you suspend your individual beauty you also give up a lot of your humanity. You will do things in the name of a group that you would never do on your own. Injuring, hurting, killing, drinking are all part of it, because you've lost your identity, because you now owe your allegiance to this thing that's bigger than you are and that controls you.

The reason I talk to myself is that I'm the only one whose answers I accept.

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.

[A different member of the group, a candy wholesaler, said he vaguely remembered the] licenses-for-bribes ... I don't remember any details or anything about it.

One can never know for sure what a deserted area looks like.