Hank Moody

Good morning, Hell-A. In the land of the lotus-eaters, time plays tricks on you. One day you__e dreaming, the next, your dream has become your reality. It was the best of times. If only someone had told me. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons learned. My family goes on without me, while I drown in a sea of pointless pussy. I don__ know how I got here. But here I am, rotting away in the warm California sun. There are things I need to figure out, for her sake, at least. The clock is ticking. The gap is widening. She won__ always love me __o matter what

That was not sex. That was naked poetry.

The groom should not see you in the dress just before the wedding, that__ bad luck. You know what__ worst luck? Is getting married, itself. I__e read studies. It__ like 2 out of 3 of those end in divorce, sometimes more. 3 out of 2, some.

When it comes to emotions, women know how to paint with the full set of oils, while men are busy doodling with crayons.

You know why love stories have happy endings?_ I shake my head.__ecause they end too early,_ she continues. __hey always end right at the kiss. You never have to see all the bullshit that comes later. You know, Life.

She said one thing and I said another and the next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation.

Get it in while you can. It'll all be gone soon enough.

I can__ teach you how to write, and anybody who says they can is full of shit.