Finished Folds (1—3)
0"Hey man, how's it going?" I looked at him up and down, I couldn't stand him and only now I felt the freedom to say so. "Eagerly awaiting the sweet release and relief of death"
2I don't go to the casino to gamble, I go to drink. In peace. Nowhere else in this fuckhole of a city can you get peace at 3.30am. I drink. And I think. Some of my best thoughts
4I heard her screams down the telephone line. Chainsaw justice, that's how they did it here. For what? All that barbarity for what?