When those guys have the lead, they smell blood. No one expected anything from us.
I gave blood today. It came gushing out of my nose. And anus.
If we found a ticket to Disneyland would you think we should arrest Mickey Mouse?
It’s weird when you wake of from a bad dream and everything is still bad.
You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks.
Yesterday I donated blood. It wasn’t my blood—I found it in a discarded tampon.
Fresh blood at midnight isn’t red. It’s a purplish black that easily blends into the shadows.
I’m a man born to blood and pain, and peace would be a killing blow for me.