the bed was the canvas; we were the art.

I’m the b e s t at what I do.                 And what I do isn’t very p r e t t y.

they were a motley collection; a mixture of the weak seeking protection, the ambitious seeking some shared glory, and the thuggish gravitating toward a leader who could show them more refined forms of cruelty

‘I’ve learned that home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling.’