The Missing Piece In His Stomach Hurt

I Inherited That Penchant For Intellectualism, A Character Flaw That These Days Can Only Be Thoroughly Eradicated By Getting Z’ed Up.

Not To Ask The Obvious Question, But Why Alaska?

I Was A Bit Of A Victorian Lady, Fainting-wise.

The Pleasure Of Remembering Had Been Taken From Me, Because There Was No Longer Anyone To Remember With. It Felt Like Losing Your Co-rememberer Meant Losing The Memory Itself, As If The Things We'd Done Were Less Real And Important Than They Had Been Hours Before.

Anyway, That Was The Last Good Day I Had With Gus Until The Last Good Day.