"I’m going to stop by West Hollywood for a little while, maybe make some money, then stop by a bar and have a drink, then maybe go home and make some dinner.”
Sales Woman at a Chevron Station, Redding, CA:
" 'K, I'm gonna go smoke, an after that, I'm gonna cut meat, an after that, I'm gonna go home."
In My Own Head, Cuckoo's Nest Roundabout, CA:
"...Oh, god. Seeing chipped nail polish on a corpse is so sad because it makes them a real person who had pride in how they looked, or who didn’t--who let their polish chip and didn’t wipe it off or repaint it. That's it. I'm never getting on another plane. Well, if I do, I'm painting my toenails perfectly. But, are my toes still going to be on me after my plane nose dives 30,000 feet and bursts into a fireball? What's the point, what's the point, what's the point. Fuck."
