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‘Has it been so long that I don’t exist? Anthropolicide.’
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‘My ego is a fucking Stalin, and a romantic one at that.’
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“I’ve jumped on packing like a missionary on a sex grenade.”
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“Maybe I enjoy 1,000 machete papercuts. And yes, we’ve got to be approaching 1,000.”
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What ever happened to Yellowcard? They weren’t that bad . . .
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“It probably helped that I looked like a longshoreman, with my wool hat, broken sunglasses and dark coat.”
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“- the buckle just came off. In retrospect, I might have been able to repair this, but I had already thrown it in a trash bin in front of the police station at 7:15 this morning,”
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“Why can’t I talk shirtsleeves? No, it’s all good.”
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“Jesus, I really was emotionally fragile for about three years. Christ.”
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