The Shards

by Bret Easton Ellis

Our odds looked good: we were young and alive and strong and nothing could hurt us, and there wasn’t anything clouding this perception, a fable about our place in the world, and we ignored the intrusive notions of fate and horror and hideous death that might kidnap us from the golden dome of adolescence we resided under.

And then I thought calmly, with the Quaalude’s help: let everyone know the truth, you’ll be free, you can vanquish the tangible participant and be yourself, you’re too young to play a role, you’re too young to become an adult yet.