I regret brain damage. I have a very romantic sense of myself. I buy into things totally. After a while, I couldn't be a halfway junkie. The dope doesn't let you.
Earle bolts across a couple of lanes of traffic.
A tractor-trailer has cut him off, and he's pissed. We were brought up Methodist, which is like taking out an insurance policy in case there turns out to be a God. I flipped my car three times. One time I scalped myself, had this huge chunk of skin stripped off, just hanging there, had to be sewn back on. Got a helicopter ride to the hospital off that one.