They showed up and I did the thing I said I wouldn't do, I let them in. They needed sleep. He was coming down pretty bad, cursing, speaking in a language only Dali would understand.

She's washing his feet in my bathtub and I'm afraid to fall asleep because I don't trust them. I did not trust myself back then.

Moans of discord escape from the bathroom and I don't know what to do. Vampires can't come into your house unlesss you invite them in.

I'm too nice sometimes, and I know that they probably appreciate me this moment, but in a while, when they re-up, it will be forgotten. I will just be another quitter.

They don't like quitters. Because we remind them of what they can't seem to ever find in their drugs, stability and worth.