“ Yeah, but a hellbender never dies. You ever see a dead one? ”
The green of these mountains in my lungs smelled like an old friend, one who wouldn't tell lies to you. One who understood. One who knew pain didn't go away just because you wanted it to. And when I exhaled, only the sweet scent of smoke and s dry mouth remained. But the scent was enough to rekindle the memory.
~ Jason Jack Miller
May your glass always be full, may there always be a roof over your head, and may you dirty sinners be in heaven a half hour before the devil knows you're dead.
Nothing else in the whole wide world matters as much as avenging your sister.
It's Coke, my man. You really think I'm going to let you pour any more alcohol into your body tonight?
