“If you go home with somebody, and they don't have books, don't fuck them.”
--- John Waters
“Let’s make better mistakes tomorrow. Let’s scratch our heads and give up and wake up and try it again. Let’s fail at digging the well the first three times to get it right the fourth. Let’s build faster horses, and then strap rocket ships onto them. Let’s start a company, let’s watch it fail, and then let’s start another one.
Sprawled out like Jesus on the neatly manicured lawn of someone’s suburban dream home he lay, pushed from a moving car, abandoned and left for dead. He’d been high for three days smoking meth in a dirty motel room in an even dirtier part of San Diego. First the pipe, then the needle. After that anything goes. More crank? Sure, if ya got it. Wanna try heroin? Fuck it, why not? “I died that night” he says. “All I saw was black.”
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