Audentes fortuna juvat. Fortune favors the bold. Virgil said that.
Long hours. Low pay. High times.
Can you stop saying intercourse?
I got one. I got two. Boom! Boom, baby, boom!
What's the point of being a writer or an artist anyway? Herman Melville wrote fuckin' Moby Dick and he was so poor and forgotten by the time he died that in his obituary they called him Henry Melville. You know, like why bother? They're just gonna forget our fuckin' names anyway.
I stole some of my grandma's cough medicine, if you want some. It's great.
Give me a reason. Just give me a fucking reason! You don't know what I'm capable of! Come on! Please!
I brought you this. One of my favorite authors, Gogol. Russian. He lost his mind, burned the only copy of his final book. Died a week later of self starvation.
Every time you meet a beautiful woman, don't you imagine what she'd look like underneath you, naked?
Wow! You fucked this up perfectly. I'm impressed.
Do you wanna hear something fucked up?
Men are prideful creatures.
Are you sure you wanna go? The band is really awful.
Wait. So, you're telling me you're a virgin?
Women are mercurial, man.
That sucks. Who broke your heart?
Well, we are doing the work of pathetic lazy morons.
Look at the shape of her ass. It's a platonic ideal. That ass is a higher truth.
You see that unholy abomination on her head? It's a wig.
A criminal abuse of the laws of perspective.
They got you working on games? What a pussy... You're such a pussy!
We pay little Malaysian kids 10 cents a day to make these toys. We can't just give 'em away.
Here we are at the first of many shitty games.
Smile, you are now going on stage.
No, I've never actually driven an asphalt mixer, per-se, but I did once drive my friend's van to Wisconsin on a pretty lengthy road trip.
This summer was rough. I did things that I really, really regret.