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This is what happened when you went and made friends. They had to go out and make friends, and then those friends somehow insinuated themselves into your life, or your work. Before you knew it you were hip-deep in people. And half of them were crazy.
“Time’s constantly being made. My goal is to make enough so there’s twenty-six hours per day. That should be just about right.
“Overcoming and getting over are two very different things.”
“Yes, you should strive to overcome. To survive, have a life, to be happy, to be productive. You’ve done all that, and a great deal more. But no, you’re not required to get over it.
Maybe that was one of the purposes of sex. To isolate you, for a little while, from everything but yourself and your lover. To allow you to focus in on your body, its needs, the gratification that was physical and—if you were lucky in that lover—emotional as well.
“Nature’ll kill you, just for the hell of it.”
“Control. Abuse is always about control. Rape is about control, and at its core, so is murder. Even if the motive for murder is greed, jealousy, self-preservation, rage, or entertainment, it still comes down to control.”
“We all have to deal with the stuff in our heads.
It smelled male, but not in a flattering sense. It was the kind of odor that hit you dead center of the face, like a fist wrapped in a sweaty jock strap. Paint was peeling from the walls that had been tuned up to an industrial gray around the time she’d been born. There were rusty splotches in the ceiling from water damage and a grimy beige floor so soaked with sweat and blood the fumes of both rose up like fetid fog. She imagined the men who frequented the place breathed it in like perfume.
“Discriminate.” He barked a laugh and sneered. “He don’t discriminate. He just don’t take no females.”
The amazing stench of body odor, mildew, and flatulence identified the shower facilities.
Let a smile be your umbrella and you’re gonna get your dumb ass wet.”
Man’s got a dick, he’s gotta have pride in it.”
“Funny, isn’t it, how you find someone when you’ve stopped looking.”
“There is no reason for killing innocent people, for bathing yourself in their blood because someone messed you up. No matter how, no matter when, no matter who. That’s a line for the lawyers and the shrinks, but it’s not truth. Truth is you stand up, and if you can’t, you’re no better than the one who beat and broke you. You’re no better than the worst.
By action, by omission of action, people sacrifice other people all the damn time.”
Maybe that’s what people did, bounced back where they were supposed to be, bumps or not.
