WHO AM I? WHAT AM I? I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM. I’M JUST A DUMB CHILD. I’M JUST A FOOL WHO THINKS I’M SOMEONE.
JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE A CHARACTER DOESN’T MEAN THAT YOU HAVE CHARACTER.
OLAF STAPLEDON RECKONED THAT EACH INDIVIDUAL IN FUTURE AGES WOULD BE LIVING THOUSANDS OF YEARS. THE FUTURE PERSON, A COLOSSAL FIGURE, A BEAUTIFUL GREEN COLOR, WITH A HAND THAT HAD EVOLVED INTO A KIT OF EXTRAORDINARY INSTRUMENTS, TOOLS STRONG AND SUBTLE, THUMB AND FOREFINGER CAPABLE OF EXERTING THOUSANDS OF POUNDS OF PRESSURE.
EVERYBODY NEEDS HIS MEMORIES. THEY KEEP THE WOLF OF INSIGNIFICANCE FROM THE DOOR.
I WANT TO EAT YOUR MEMORIES. I WANT TO KILL YOU AND THEN I WANT TO DIE TOO SO I CAN KILL YOU FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY. I DON’T WANT YOU TO REMEMBER LOVE OR HAPPINESS OR SOUNDS OR BOREDOM OR ANYTHING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED BEFORE RIGHT NOW, BEFORE THIS MOMENT, ME BEATING YOUR BRAIN TO LIQUID. I’LL HUNT YOU IN EVERY DARK CREVICE OF THE UNIVERSE. I’LL KILL EVERYONE WHO HAS EVER SPOKEN TO YOU, WHO HAS EVER LOOKED AT YOU; YOU WILL SPEND YOUR LIFE RUNNING, ALONE, OUT OF BREATH. I WANT TO FUCK YOUR GRANDFATHER’S FIRST TRUE LOVE ON THE HOOD OF THE CAR HE BUILT WITH HIS BARE HANDS. I WANT TO DROWN YOUR MOTHER’S PETS AND BURN YOUR FATHER’S ARMY UNIFORM IN YOUR HIGH SCHOOL AUDITORIUM WHILE THE BABYSITTER YOU HAD A CRUSH ON WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE WINKS AT ME FROM ACROSS THE ROOM. I WANT TO PEEL YOUR SKIN OFF LIKE CELLOPHANE AND USE IT AS MY BED SHEETS.
I JUST THREW UP THE WHITE FLAG. THERE WAS TOO MANY PRISON CELLS. TOO MANY JAILS. TOO MANY LAWSUITS. TOO MANY BANKRUPTCIES. TOO MANY WOMEN. TOO MANY VENEREAL DISEASES. TOO MANY EVERYTHING. I JUST GOT TIRED OF … EVERY TIME MY PROSTITUTE GIRLFRIEND CAME BACK FROM A TRICK I HAD TO SLEEP WITH HER. I HAD TO LIVE A DIFFERENT LIFE. I WAS A PROSTITUTE HUNTER.
MIKE TYSON, THE TODAY SHOW, JUNE 2012.
I’VE LIVED A LIFE THAT’S FULL. I’VE TRAVELED EACH AND EVERY HIGHWAY.


WHEN I WAS LITTLE, MY FATHER WAS FAMOUS. HE WAS THE GREATEST SAMURAI IN THE EMPIRE.








