Let's go loot this piece of shit, here.

That Greta Thunberg chick's gonna be a crazy ass fuck in the bedroom when she gets older. Can you imagine? I can see it now: 'Choke me while you throw that plastic straw in the gutter over there and fuck me like you hate the polar bears of the Great Arctic White North, you insolent piece of shit man who ruined my childhood!

I like dogshit games. You can quote me on that.

Okay, now we just run and hope we don't get a skeleton army of 10,000,000 people behind us here...and I'm pretty sure we are. I can hear them coming behind us.

I just shoved a sword up his ass, dude. That was just a whole separate level of savage.

Toad Man's weakness is his own ineptitude, but he does the truffle shuffle, and he does it well.

That's alright, boys. All failure is, is a step toward success ... and gangrape by skeletons, but that's neither here, nor there.

This work of art has followed me from jail into the padded room, to the suicide triage unit, to the streets, through bankruptcy, into rehabilitation, back to health and financial independence, and into society as a loving and healthy, successful father. If it wasn’t for the purpose I found in writing this work of art, I’d be dead. I know this work of art will change your life, because it changed mine.

My first book was a pile of trash, but I still feel fulfilled knowing that I grinded for four years to put out that work of art. Re-writing it seventeen times while manic probably wasn't the best idea, though...or while dealing with my multiple personalities.

Tears of gratitude are a powerful, humbling, and moving thing.