Everyone gets everything he wants. I wanted a mission, and for my sins, they gave me one. Brought it up to me like room service. It was a real choice mission, and when it was over, I never wanted another.
I was going to the worst place in the world and I didn't even know it yet.
Part of me was afraid of what I would find and what I would do when I got there. I knew the risks, or imagined I knew.
You can kiss my ass in the county square ‘cause I'm fuckin' buggin' out! I didn't come here for this! I don't fuckin' need it, I don't want it!
The crew were mostly kids; rock and rollers with one foot in their grave.
This is sure enough a bizarre sight in the middle of all this shit!
Are you crazy, goddammit? Don't you think its a little risky for some R&R?
That's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor...and surviving.
Oh man... the bullshit piled up so fast in Chuck E. Cheese’s, you needed wings to stay above it.
Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies.
I used to think if I died in an evil place, then my soul wouldn't be able to make it to heaven. But now, fuck. I don't care where it goes as long it ain't here.
What are they gonna say about him? What are they gonna say? That he was a kind man? That he was a wise man? That he had plans, man? That he had wisdom? Bullshit, man!
They were gonna make me a Major for this, and I wasn't even in their fuckin' army anymore.
You smell that? Do you smell that? Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning.
You can't travel in space, you can't go out into space, you know, without, like, you know, uh, with fractions—what are you going to land on—one-quarter, three-eighths? What are you going to do when you go from here to Venus or something? That's dialectic physics.
This is the way the fucking world ends. Look at this fucking shit we're in man. Not with a bang, but with a whimper. And with a whimper, I'm fucking splitting, Jack.
The Horror...
The Horror. (We'll see you all tomorrow.)
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2601 W. Lake
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Bonus Illustration From Jaws the Cabbie!
Jaws was inspired by this post to create this piece of art. Ha! Great work, Jaws! Thanks!