weirdos

When I get down to my last dime I'll just walk over to skid row.""There are some real weirdos down there.""They're everywhere.

Could a scar be like the rings of a tree, reopened with each emotional season?

It's nice to think that the weirdos get to decide what matters about the past, since it's the weirdos who care the most.

I'm just an innocent racist who likes to flirt with young adult women And I meet emotionally retarded misfits who are kinky about infants' feet, scheming psychopaths, suicidal emos, brain dead skinheads and mestizos posing as white supremacists.

I don't believe outstandingly beautiful and charismatic women create obsession in what would otherwise be normal men, but rather they attract the weirdos and the stalkers; flames in the darkness that these disturbing people inhabit, unwittingly drawing them closer until they extinguish the very flame they were drawn to.

You get a lot of borderline cases in libraries.