Book: Riding on the bullet

I loved her when she beat me, loved her when she kissed me.

When you and your fat, cigarette-hungry mom are up against the world together, laughter is often the only way to keep from going crazy and banging your head against the wall.

You can’t return what has been done, after a fight they don’t wave their fists.

I realized that in parallel with ours there are other worlds unknown to us, and not a single textbook can explain what they are and where they came from.

In the life of each of us there comes a moment when we must perceive the death of our loved ones as a reality of being ...