Man, what happened to you? We used to chill late night, smoke joints and drink beers together, talk about bitches and watch a football game. Now you're all into this "autistic" shit. Whats up with that?
Why're you so perfect? Why do I feel soft and squishy everytime I see you? Why do I feel excited when you play with me? Why do I feel that life's so colorful when you exist?
Your greedy nature of trying to touch a god... That's your sin. A god is one who looks down. It is not one you can so casually touch. And yet your countless humiliations against me...are sins worthy of death.
She was halfway through her sandwich when she noticed a clump of thick mayonnaise on the side of her bun. She licked it off, but when she tasted it, she immediately realized things were not right. “I’m not gonna lie,” McDowell said. “On Birthdays and holidays I give my man a little something extra in the bedroom, you know? So when I licked the mayo off of the bun, the texture was familiar.”