Fortune means nothing. This time we must not fail."Fortune? I like money.

Walk this way."I don't want to walk HER WAY. She waddles more than walks and strangles me in the wake of stinky perfume. Sure I'd kill less brain cells sniffing glue.

"Even with your face in such a state, I can see you are quite lovely. I'j used to certain...standards. You will look good traveling on my arem, as part of my entourage."His words make me want to hurl."You may find I am not the monster you imagine.""Oh, no, " I say. "I bet you're a real prince.""King, actually," he says with a slow grin."

You gotta be kidding me!" I clench my fists. "I am NOT Bilfro Baggins. You are not a wizard with a pointy hat, and this is not the one ring of power." I raise my finger toward the jagged stone.Jeff's brows rise. "Bilbo? Bilbo Baggins?""Whatever!

What am I without him? My heart is burnt out, void, like the cold remnant left after a supernova.

I forget my own name when he smiles like that.

El dinero no evita que sangres. Nadie sabe eso mejor que yo.

There are doers and watchers, sweetheart, don’t let fear keep you from trying.

Here, most of the men step to the side of the road, drop their drawers, and go when ever the mood strikes them. They’re beyond disgusting,whipping out their willies like weapons.The soldiers make jokes, hold pissing contests while comparing sizes,and think its hilarious.Personally, I could do with a little less hilarity.

We're going to die. We're going to die...""We're not going to die," he barks. "Do YOU want to drive?"My head shakes violently. "No way.""Then stop...side seat driving!