When Life Hands You A

The Tasks I Set Out For Myself Are What I Do To Beat The Perfect Pointlessness Of Life.

I Am Very Ambitious In A Way, In That I'm Not Trying To Be The Richest Guy Or Whatever. I Just Really Like My Work.

You Might As Well Enjoy The Day - You Never Know When And How Painfully It Could All End.

I Consider Any Gun That Can Chamber A Round And Send A Projectile Down Its Barrel At A High Rate Of Speed Into My Body - Causing Me Injury Or Death - To Be An Assault Weapon.

Look, It's A Monster. He's Walking Alone. Look, He's Pulling Something Out Of His Pocket. He Threw It On The Ground. Let's Go See What It Is. It's A Black Box. You Open It... Ok... Look, It's Sorrow, Misery And Pain. It's Loneliness And Longing. Boy, He'll Be Sorry He Lost These.