Watch Me Die

they’re paying millions to experience what it’s like living in a cardboard box beside a freeway. Just because the rich have money, it doesn’t mean they’ve got brains.

Clay broke out in a big grin, and I realized he’d make a terrific black Santa Claus and, with the political correctness and diversity thing being trendy at the time, I thought it might even be a money-making idea for him. But I kept the idea to myself, not sure if it’d be taken as some kind of racist jab. You can’t be too sure these days.

McGee is sort of a private eye who lives in Florida on a houseboat he won in a poker game. While solving mysteries, he helps a lot of ladies in distress. The way he helps them is by fucking their brains out and letting them cook his meals, do his laundry, and scrub the deck of his boat for a few weeks. These women, McGee calls them “wounded birds,” are always very grateful that he does this for them.

Intention and ability are two very different things.

I learned then that living doesn’t come without painful sacrifices, and that they aren’t always your own.

It also recommended I take the tour of underground Seattle, but I figured if they decided to bury it, nobody thought it was much to look at to begin with.

I knew more about molecular biology than I did about women, and I don’t even know what molecular biology is.