“How does that make you feel?”
“Well, kinda helpless. And depressed. Even my best friends seem to be avoiding me. Heh, I must be imagining things.”

“Even if you’re paranoid, it doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you.”

Psychoanalyst: Satan’s new hobby.

Third time this month.  I’m not surprised.  With my phone disconnected, it’s the second best way to send me a message.

The dame didn’t react quickly enough, though.  Now she’s got a blackeye.

“Duck,” I say, smiling.

He wasn’t interested in fantasy, anymore. Reality had to be his focus.

He had no patience for allegory anymore. Satire? Might as well waste everybody’s time by avoiding the point.

No.

What he would say next, he would mean. No more dicking around.

He opened his mouth and said, “I…”