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I never worked holidays, because holiday hand jobs are sad for everyone.

My mother said she was the most popular girl in school, and I believed it. Jackie said she was the meanest, and I believed that, too.

In a few years you may find a Starbucks, which will bring the town what it yearns for: prepackaged, preapproved mainstream hipness.

sat in groups together purging ourselves, theoretically, of anger and self-hatred. We learned not to turn on ourselves. We learned to blame.

My story would satisfy Desi's craving for ruined women -- I was now the most damaged of them all.

It embarrassed me. Marrow-deep embarrassment, the kind that becomes part of your DNA, that changes you.

My story for the day was a limp sort of evil.

Era la encarnación del peor temor de cualquier escritor: un cliché

So you can see why the whole hand-job thing felt like a natural career progression.

He had married this creature, this figment of the imagination of a million masturbatory men, semen-fingered and self-satisfied.

She defines and eliminates problems. She's practical in an evil way.

To me, all that urgent hopefulness was more frightening than if I'd found a pile of skulls with hair still attached. I ran out in full panic, my underwear tucked up a sleeve.

It is a line that is only a little funny, but it already has the feel of an inside joke, one that will get funnier with nostalgic repetition

She had an unnecessarily loud voice, a bit of a bray, like some enchanted, hot donkey.

I like the name. Like in Breakfast at Tiffany's and Audrey Hepburn's cat was named Cat.

You two worshipful, adoring assholes created that thing down the hall and set her loose on the world.

Curry was wrong: Being an insider here was more distracting than useful.

The stumpy columns holding up the carport had been spray painted red, four in a row, reading: "Stop the Democrats, Stop the Democrats, Stop the Democrats," then, randomly, "I like Louie.

We climb three flights of warped stairs and walk into a whoosh of body heat and

I like the name. Like in Breakfast at Tiffany's and Audrey Hepburn's cat was named Cat.' We

A red-faced, hysterical woman is very easy to disregard, and I'm always looking for a reason to disregard.

who spends so much time worrying about

My wife loved games, mostly mind games, but also actual games of amusement

I despise Stucks Buckley, and what the fuck kind of name is that?)