All this knowledge. Gone.
All this passion. Gone.
Popped two generic Vicodin just now. Need to get away from this mess.
What have I become?
Identity Crisis by Mason Phillips.
What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.
I do, Augustus.