That's what it's all about–knowing what you have to lose, but risking the loss anyway.

Here, most of the men step to the side of the road, drop their drawers, and go when ever the mood strikes them. They’re beyond disgusting,whipping out their willies like weapons.The soldiers make jokes, hold pissing contests while comparing sizes,and think its hilarious.Personally, I could do with a little less hilarity.

There are attractive people in this world, and there's Mathew's son, Grey.

We're going to die. We're going to die..."
"We're not going to die," he barks. "Do YOU want to drive?"
My head shakes violently. "No way."
"Then stop...side seat driving!

I hit it so hard, I make the springs creak. I'd do the same to your bones if only you'd let me. Trace my veins, try to find me a pathway, I hardly know where I am most days. We used to have so much in common but now all we share is a cheap coffin.

I love you, you know that? You're so selfless.
Don't paint me a saint, Gracie. I have alot of making up to do for the shit I've caused but I'm trying.