Thursday, July 23, 2015


The thing about having a drug habit, I think as I'm walking down the street home from the train, is that your life is about something. The sun is shining, a mild breeze is blowing, and the day is warm and lovely.

Even if your life is boring, I think, you've got a certain drama, a certain romance. 

You know exactly what's going to happen, and that's what's great about it, and that's what kills you.

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