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206 pages, Paperback
First published July 22, 2010
"So here's this variety of nice guy. Here's the prototype of a good person. But I still don't really understand what the like, undertow of his intentions is; what everything he does is based on. Is it the desire to minimize pain? To find happiness? Or to be helpful? Is he adding to something or taking away from it? And also - is that the way Jim is, the way I'm supposed to be?"
"I'll say this for the JDC: it is well lit. There is light everywhere. Beams of fluorescent light flood the painted cinder-block hallways at all times, casting a surgical brightness so that you can see the green in people's eyeballs, which is gross. I'll also say this for the JDC: it exceedingly accomplishes the task, like most buildings, of being a series of rooms."
"It's not like I don't know how to be a person who functions outside of here. I'm pretty well schooled in the deadened adult compromise it takes to secure some valid state of being in the world. But I don't fucking care, because I know something already that most people learn only once they've reached the end of whatever personal development corridor they've started on, a secret shoved way down deep into the butt pocket of the universe, which is that everything, no matter what, is totally sad and completely pointless."
"It was here that I started to think about where I could insert what I consider to be the secret weapon in my arsenal of anecdotes. It's a little story that has the three pronged effect of making me seem dangerous, tragic, and kind of thoughtful. It's about how when I was a kid, I was so sick of listening to my mom and her then boyfriend fight that I got really high, fell out of a window, and watched an ant stumble back and forth across the hairs on my arm and thought about how maybe I should be a farmer."