We’ve been sitting here for hours watching Rosie pick at her face, like a mental patient, and listening to her jaw about the Fat Cunts and how they were out to get her—every now and then going to the window and pointing at a star, saying “they can see everything”; or, occasionally, addressing the star directly with accusations of cowardice and challenges to a fist fight. But, I can see Lee’s beginning to tire of this nonsense and his come-down’s gone airborne and it’s only a matter of time before we’re all infected with the same creeping nihilistic dread of unfiltered reality. So, I chuck him my Rizla and say “skin up, then”.
'The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.'

—Albert Camus

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