I was drunk, and angry, and stupid… And blogging.

Francis: You don’t love me!
Peter: Yes I do!
Jack: I love you too, but I’m gonna mace you in the face!

This is too much madness to explain in one text!

Some men just want to watch the world burn.

Trust no one. Suspect everyone.

How far would you go to get your answers?

I don’t know if I’ve come of age, but I’m certainly older now. I feel shrunken, as if there’s a tiny ancient Oliver Tate inside me operating the levers of a life-size Oliver-shaped shell. A shell on which a decrepit picture show replays the same handful of images. Every night I come to the same place and wait till the sky catches up with my mood. The pattern is set. This is, no doubt, the end.

I hope life on Earth is everything you remember it to be.

I am not the Zodiac. And if I were, I certainly wouldn’t tell you.