Clockwork Boys

If you know you’re going to die, you don’t have to be afraid of anything.

“He put something into it.”
“Was it poison?” she asked hopefully.
“I don’t think so.”
“Damn.”

If she was miserable, someone else ought to be, too.

Really stupid people die all the time. And if they can manage it, I oughta have no problem.

Oh, come on, if your friends aren't willing to strangle you, what kind of friends are they?

He took another swallow, vaguely hoping that sobriety would lie at the bottom of the glass.

Inspiration knocks now and again, but spite bangs on the door all year long.

Hours passed, like a kidney stone.

At least we’ll all go to hell in good company.

It was funny in a way, that a man who could forget how huge the world was could still recognize good boots.