You are the envy
of all parallel lines that
dream of curves and convergence
- Sara Bailey: Sieve of Words
If life is like a box of chocolates, my goal is to poke every opportunity hard enough to see what's inside of it before popping the goddamn thing in my mouth.
Why did I leave Dubuque? Because I hated the old man smell of all the assholes who told me to call them "Uncle." It's the most heartwrenchingly pathetic smell ever. Bitter, pissy, faded, stale. Give me that new car leather, baby. That new car leather and a town full of fresh-faced college boys.