Certain pleasures are denied only on account of maggots in ties or frocks, all my life they've kept me down in the name of their morality, so why shouldn't I blow my brains out? I've got three bullets... Yeah. Nobody will miss me. It'd be perfect for everybody. Yeah, I could croak, and then nothing. The void like I was born...

Death isn't much of anything in the end. We make such a big deal out of it. But up close, it's like nothing. A body without life, nothing more. People are like animals. You love them, you bury them and then it's over.

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