“What’s wrong with your face? Do you have herpes?”
No, I have a zit. But thanks.

Look, just take the knife and cut this fucking thing off of me…

9:45 am. he stands up, turns around and looks at me.
“Eggplant is my kryptonite.”
Lays back down and falls back asleep.

“I just needed to get that first one out,” he said.