Story Of My Life

by Jay McInerney

we’re all sitting around here on Earth working through our hurts, trying to pass them along to other people and make things even. Chain of pain.

I sometimes think I must have some kind of chemical deficiency that can only be filled with Mexican food.

People who are really fucked up love having somebody who they can think is a little farther out on the limb.

Not that I’m any expert on employment but maybe jobs are like lovers—one day they’re boring

and stupid but suddenly they’re real desirable when you think you’re getting dumped.