“I’m alone, stumbling through the city in the dark, trying not to let the night freeze my blood.”

“Now you listen here, mister,” I said, trying for a more adult tone. “I’m not going to spend every night listening to you try to crash you girl’s head through my wall with the force of your dick alone!”

“Everybody's stumbling through the dark”

“I feel sorry for the kids who are about to go trick or treating tomorrow night. They’re going to freeze.”“Fuck the kids… I’m dressing as an angel – a slutty angel.”“Of course.”“And that means I’m basically wearing lingerie. My nipples will probably freeze and fall off.”

“It's Friday night the city is a heart that beats alone,despite the millions of blood cells that race through its dog-legged arteries, oblivious to each other yet performing a life sustaining dance. [...] You're tired of being part of this blood dance. The immune system has been trying to excise you as diseased for as long you can remember, but you've been tenacious,clinging to the walls and floors as the torrent pushes you around.”

“My nightly blood lust overflowed into my days and I had to leave the city. My mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage.”