Sacrifice your teen to Satan
◊ There is something about black coffee, cigarettes, low-slung jeans that show off several inches of waist and hips, and my cut-off New York Dolls shirt that makes me feel fifty times more evil than I usually do.
It also makes all the little fresh-from-high-school guys' eyes pop halfway out of their heads. Dumb little boys. I'd like to scoop out their brains and drink beer from their cleaned and bleached skulls.