#burly

There’s little back roads and little towns sometimes I never heard of them. I start to expect the gas station attendants to know me when I arrive. I get excited that I’ve been there before. I want them to welcome me. I’m disappointed when they don’t. Something that I don’t want to be true starts lookin’ like it’s al that’s true only I don’t know what it is. No. No. I need my marriage. I come here to tell you. I got to stay married. I’m lost without her. ↗

— David Rabe

#loneliness #phil #marriage

I come in here and you gotta be here; I’m thinkin’ about football, and you gotta be here with your tits and your ass and this tight shrunken clothes and these shriveled jeans, so that’s all I’m thinking about from the minute I see you is tits and ass. Football doesn’t have a chance against it. It’s like this invasion of tits and ass overwhelming my own measly individuality so I don’t have a prayer to have my own thoughts about my own things except you and tits and ass and sucking and fucking and that’s all I can think about. My privacy has been demolished. You think a person wants that kind of a thing to happen their heads - they are trying to give their problems some serious thought, the next thing they know there’s nothing in their brains as far as they can see but your tits and ass? You think a person likes that? ↗

— David Rabe

#high #hurlyburly #phil #attitude

I try to maintain a positive attitude at all times, because clients notice little things like that, and if you're frowning and crying all the time and saying "why? why?", they get worried. ↗

— John Swartzwelder

#burly #crying #frowning #positive #why