My death will probably be caused by being sarcastic at the wrong time. – TRUE FACT.
Amador and Bianca have a great life that I’m only a little jealous of. They have two kids they bring to see me. His daughter, Ashlee, is almost five now. She has asked me to marry her when I get out. It feels kind of weird since she calls me Uncle Reyes and incest is frowned upon, but who am I to argue with true love?
Evil is simply the absence of good, the absence of God.
I’d considered therapy, but the never-ending search for mental stability would cut into my couch potato time. That couch was not going to sprout roots itself.
Misery loves company, which explains my sudden popularity. – T-SHIRT.
Deaf people talk with their mouths full.
I watched as Reyes fell, a scream I couldn’t hear wrenched from my throat as I waited for him to do something. For him to react. To save himself. It was Reyes, after all. He could do anything.
I looked up into the glittering depths of his mahagony irises. A soft line had formed between his brows as he studied me, and I realized for the thousandth time I could not read him. Not like I could most people. I felt emotion roiling within him, but i was jumbled, chaotic, a mixture of desire and concern and regret.
Reyes and I sat arm in arm in the back of the rented SUV. He seemed relieved. Happy.
Some days you’re the cat. Some days you’re the brand-new, suede leather Barcalounger. – T-SHIRT.
He was like a panther in the wild. Beautiful to look at. Far too dangerous to approach.
Just because I see dead people doesn’t mean I want to be dead people.
We were venturing into Denialville again, which was not nearly as fun as Margaritaville.
The fastest way to a man’s heart is by tearing a hole through his rib cage. – T-SHIRT.
When the going gets tough, the tough refuse to talk about it and insist on running away to stew in their own crabby insecurities.
Someone had to laugh, and I was pretty much the only one who got me. It was a lonely life.
Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
When everything is coming your way, you’re in the wrong lane.
Denial was not just a river in Egypt.
It was one thing to die. It was another to lose one’s soul. To come to a complete end. To exist no longer.