texts: I'll bet. </s> <s> I don't know. It hurts, Harry. Some things, no matter what you do with them, they just hurt. </s> <s> So you drink, and you fight with a cop...?
labels: Yeah, and you look at people and you wonder who the hell they are, what's going on inside their heads. Sometimes you can hear it, like a buzzing, the things that happen in their heads. And you wonder: does anybody ever love anybody, really?