Death Meant Little To Me.

I Have No Time For Things That Have No Soul.

Sometimes A Man Doesn’t Know What To Do About Things And Sometimes It’s Best To Lie Very Still And Try Not To Think At All About Anything.

Sex Can Sometimes Become The Most Horrible Of Tasks.

One More Drink And You're Dead. This Is No Way To Talk To A Suicide Head.

Where Did All The Women Come From? The Supply Was Endless. Each One Of Them Was Individual, Different. Their Pussies Were Different, Their Kisses Were Different, Their Breasts Were Different, But No Man Could Drink Them All, There Were Too Many Of Them, Crossing Their Legs, Driving Men Mad. What A Feast!