but we did nothing

absolutely nothing that day, and I ask:
what the hell am I doing drinking in LA, at 26?

and all of a sudden

nobody can think of anything to say. beneath me, this awful city... it screams like an abattoir of retarded children and the night reeks of fornication and bad consciences.

she'd only loved two things

the first was her long dark hair. the second was how easily she could cut it off and feel nothing.