Think of It

"What happens when my belly is sore from the aching of how I hate you because New York called and they want me aboard a sailing ship that is already at sea and we are trapped here--in a bed full of chip crumbs with a stagnate life surrounded by Tonka Toys we can barely afford and I resent you and you resent me and we wish our wedding day had never happened?"



 "I could cut my finger with my utility knife but that doesn't mean I won't use it to open boxes."

  He said.