Character: Mike. Page 1

If the catcher grabs you just because of money, then it is not worth watching.

- ... The search for Truth requires a lot of energy.
- There is no truth, ' said Jason. <...>
- There Is No Truth? You want to deceive yourself, the Truth is the cornerstone of the Universe. It allows to distinguish human from animal.
- There is no Truth, no Life, no Humans. In any case, in the sense that you invest in the concept, Mike.

Ultimately, dear friends, everything is kept only for inspiration. And inspiration - no matter how trying to hold it - it comes and goes as pleases.

No, seriously, you girls just escaped inhabitants of the madhouse. Please, by the way, sorry to all the inhabitants of the madhouse for this comparison.

Florescent lighting makes you stunted goner, highlights on your face the tiniest imperfections, like not only he shaped mockery of the color of your skin.

People really are so stupid, and their memory is so selective that when someone goes to the light, they immediately begin to sing his praises.

I really wish I didn't know, but I was still someone . Don't want to have any Affairs and relationships with the fierce and ruthless animal society, conduct in this brutal struggle for survival, but I would like to be a part of it. Don't want to do meaningless work for a pittance, as all these blank idiots. Want to do something worthwhile, want to leave a trail, your own trail in this world. And it's terribly annoying me, given that I abhor a society that ruthlessly destroys and erases in a powder of any creative impulse.

October is the only pleasant and disturbing month, the only time really empty parks and old Ghost trees, when all around are deserted, abandoned and creepy. The only time in the year when covered with clouds the sky is breathtaking and the feeling like I'm being hunted by a serial killer in a mask. Know very few people that seem nice, but to me it seems, because my head is not all right because I'm a sucker for horror movies of the eighties.

- Listen, on my eighth birthday, my dad promised to take me somewhere. So, he took me to IKEA, bought there a mountain of furniture, from behind the boxes in the car was not to climb, and left me in the store for three hours! Guy with a beard I saw one, bought me something to eat. I spent my 8th birthday eating Swedish meatballs with a known paedophile!
- Is he...?
- No, no. Father came back, when we were eating ice cream. But the point is that this sick pervert cared more about me than dad ever did. After the ice cream he had me in the zoo promised to take.

- Look, if this happens again, maybe you try to use some other approach. Little to pacify him.
- A crowbar to the head?
- No, I thought of some more graceful means.
- What?
I do not know. Henry paused, then rubbed his cheek. - You never wanted to offer him a foot massage?

The next morning I had to Wake up earlier - unfairly and unreasonably. Came Tuesday, I had to go to stupid classes. Apparently, those who made up the schedule just came from the idea that every fucking Tuesday will force students to rise neither light nor dawn.

In these smelly colleges completely crazy if you think half-asleep students in a condition to perceive information at eight in the morning.

At the moment I least wanted to call and listen to a million criticisms to my freedom. For God's sake, leave my freedom alone.

That's why the people in the subway and look, everyone whines that it is a tedious job sucks, that everything is pointless and useless, but despite this, nobody wants to change anything. All prefer to forget and to suffer, to be bored and live. Well, to hell with them, let them, but I can't. I don't care that I'll be skint until the end of life. It is better to be dirty and hungry than to lose the taste for life and die of boredom.

He always was like before the lecture he was thinking, not whether to cut his throat.