Small admissions of defeat endear you to the people who utter them.
I Think This Bodega is Made of Magic
I’m thinking I could maybe get a job as bartending. I think those guys have a lot of one dollars when they come home.
"You wanna know what it smelled like?"
House Burning Down
“When you wish upon a star you're probably wishing on a piece of junk. You might as well wish on a fucking Chevelle.”
neon moons separating body / and soul
Ed Schmertz, Writer of Noir Romance
They might get hitched in a brothel there in Las Vegas, / Maybe they'll run into Manuel Noriega's