Matt Orlando > Matt's Quotes

“We camped in an RV parked in the middle of an intersection on PCH and Mahar Avenue. We laughed, we drank, I told them stories, and even dipped their chips in dog food for them. If you’ve never seen a drunk crow, It’s hilarious.”
― Matt Orlando, Truncated II: A Cold Day in Heaven

“What led me here to this moment was somehow a culmination of everything that started after the Big Bang, the creation of the Earth, and then all that nature that happened over the eons, where most animals died, but we developed these incredible brains as fantastical as the universe itself, and we had ancestors that started as some sort of mollusk probably, but still we evolved and evolved surviving all the hardships that were somehow helping, and in some ways guiding us to what we became, and what we ended up with was the, “Do I go to work or stay and home and jack off?” war.”
― Matt Orlando

“This near-mediocrity carried its own special kind of boredom, an almost polished, plastic kind reminiscent of a Malibu Barbie dollhouse. It appears shiny and neat, but really you are trapped for eternity, looking out at a world with a smile that feels like someone else painted on you, rather than your own. I wasn’t Ken. But more like Ken’s decent looking friend, Bill.”
― Matt Orlando, Truncated: Apocalyptic and Loving It!: Book 1 of the Post Apocalyptic Survival Series

“I reached for the back of his head and jammed the knife as hard as I could under his ribs. I felt his warm pee dribble down my gown and my legs and into my boots and I almost retched, but his wild eyes were staring into mine as he tried to pull back, but I had his neck, and his hands were trapped down on his wiener, and he was still peeing and we stared and glared and he peed and I tried to twist the knife harder, the pee making me angry and I wanted to kill him faster, and the fucker just stared and wouldn’t die…”
― Matt Orlando, Truncated II: A Cold Day in Heaven

“Two weeks.  He’d only been here two weeks.  Five weeks ago, he was a cop.  Now he was staring at the manicured toes of a pretty decent looking cougar as they swayed back and forth three feet off the ground.  She was wearing that light blue silk robe.  Maybe it was silk.  He didn’t really have a clue.  But she had looked good in it.”
― Matt Orlando, Westgate: A Nick Marino Mystery

“And so we danced around like that in circles, my arms flailing at the bird and me in a shredded hospital gown with a dog latched onto my foot who wouldn’t let go. And I was screaming and trying to get them off when all of a sudden they just took off. I stood their dazed, not sure what just happened. My animals had just kicked my ass.”
― Matt Orlando, Truncated II: A Cold Day in Heaven

“The sex wasn’t even sex.  It was a cover job, like bad paint over a door ding.  A boredom comb over.  Assisted masturbation.  Anyhow, you get the point.  But it was good in its innocence.  Not in the cheating on your husband innocence.  That wasn’t innocence.  But the pure playful almost unapologetically silliness of it all like two adult kids playing hide and go seek but with their genitals.”
― Matt Orlando, Westgate: A Nick Marino Mystery

“Nick heard the glass set down on a hard surface.  His inclination was to turn.  To watch.  But there was something in the manners of it all.  Like he was bound by tradition.  He couldn’t turn to the man who’s wife he was fucking that he found dead days later.  Nick wondered if the guy could have done it.  Slipped into the property and hung her.”
― Matt Orlando, Westgate: A Nick Marino Mystery

“Nick wasn’t used to dealing with rich powerful men.  There weren’t many in Santa Ana.  There were some.  Every town had them.  He’d just never had to deal with them.  He didn’t like dealing with this one.  He’d had power in money.  Evidenced in the will it took build some sort of empire and have a house like this.  Nick was a barely graduated high school cop that was really just a cop so that he could surf and drink on his days off.”
― Matt Orlando, Westgate: A Nick Marino Mystery