“He a had weird way about him. He was covered in sweat and you could smell the whiskey running through his veins. Still chasing the American dream that seemed to elude him all these years. But now his luck was turning and the chips were starting to roll his way.”

“A prisioner trapped in his own mind, thoughts racing and spinning around his brain, unable to catch up.  It goes on and on, night and day. Thoughts jumping from ear to ear, while he just hopes for a couple of seconds of quite.”

“We all have monsters, embrace them.”