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What I know now is that gallant young men rarely get pussy.
When you’re twenty-one, life is a roadmap. It’s only when you get to be twenty-five or so that you begin to suspect you’ve been looking at the map upside down, and not until you’re forty are you entirely sure. By the time you’re sixty, take it from me, you’re fucking lost.
down deep I was convinced I was never going to die. Not even my mother’s death had been able to shake that core belief.
“Nah, you don’t understand the rich-guy mindset,” Tom said. “It’s like when they pass bums looking for handouts on the street. They just erase em from their field of vision. Bums? What bums? And that park, same deal—what park?
People who own these houses live, like, on another plane of existence.”
because passing time adds false memories and modifies real ones.
“God put you in the right place at the right time, Dev,”
“Did that ugly sonofabitch ever give you a lunch break?”
“I think it’s more likely the other way around—the bad temper made the bad skin.” He tapped his temple. “Head controls body, that’s what I believe. Come on, Jonesy, let’s get to work.”
“The devil can quote scripture.”
after another rainy weekend. It was still cloudy, but in honor of Monday, the rain had stopped.
But sooner or later the last good time would come around. It does for all of us.