Do You Realize??

Play this song at my funeral.

I Can't Forget

Statistics, it's all bull****

Did you know you can prove anything using statistics?

Statistics has never solved anything for me in my entire life.

Are you sure there is money in that?

Poor Places

I moved here 10 years ago. All I have now is Jesus Christ.

Keep the bricks there, they prevent the bugs from crawling up my bed post.

Close the window. The wind tends to blow the rain in at this time, and I cannot stand up to close it myself.

This pail goes here, that one goes there.

I don't like the food they bring - it's very fishy.

I have to lie down every so often.

You mean the gate is finished?

Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots

Charles remains quiet as they fuss around him. The children squeal with delight as they pet him. One of them pulls his tail accidentally, but he does not react. He listens to his partner discuss the weather.

Charles remains quiet as the fire rages. His partner is nervous but alert, looking out if someone is trying to break through the barricade. Behind them, a movement unnoticed by his partner. Charles' hackles raise. A blur of fur and then a piercing scream. The rebel drops the Molotov cocktail. His forearm is bleeding. Charles is growling, the man's forearm between his jaws.

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want

It just doesn't work that way. You have to ask nicely, and give them a chance to say no.

Who exactly are you asking, by the way?

Who Am I (What's My Name)?

The little boy asks him what his name is. In between piercing the bait with the hook, he answers, "My name is Johnny.". He does not speak extra slow, does not look up and does not even wait for a reply. He treats the little boy like an adult, which to me is evidence that he has children of his own. The boy scoots off, having lost all interest by now.

Smack My Bitch Up

99.9% of the time, he is trying to get him to control his crying. This time, he is trying to make him cry harder than ever, and to remember it. He puts on a mask and yells at the boy. The boy starts off wailing, but then starts to whimper, terrified. He cannot understand why this man, who allows himself to be manipulated in so many other situations, is suddenly so frightening.

The father walks away to let her comfort him. He feels a great deal of guilt. Was it too much? Was he in control? He has several drinks to drown out the moment, to forget the pleading look on his son's face. He convinces himself that since his father did it to him, it is the right thing to do.