just cuz its called life dont mean we got all day

in quebec city

the hardest part about working at the xbi aint the bullets

or the poison

or the debilitating damage it does to yr knees

it’s that you cant ever answer honestly when someone cute asks how was your day

secrets, for some, are easy to keep

except when it dawns on you every now and then

this may be the last story you will ever tell.

so why not whisper it in the ear of a pretty girl?

fine, she said, but give me a codename

just in case.

ok then: