My life’s a disaster zone. I got a stepdaughter so fucked up because her real father’s this large-type asshole. I got a wife, we’re passing each other on the down-slope of a marriage, my third, because I spend all my time chasing guys like you around the block. That’s my life. … You know I have this recurring dream. I’m sitting at this big banquet table and all the victims of all the murders I ever worked are sitting at this table and they’re staring at me with these black eye balls because they got eight ball hemorrhages from their head wounds. And there they are, these big balloon people because I found them two weeks after they’d been under the bed, the neighbors reported the smell. And there they are, all just sitting there. They don’t have anything to say. They just look at each other and then they look at me and that’s it, that’s the dream.
A guy told me one time, “Don’t let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner.” Now, if you’re on me and you gotta move when I move, how do you expect to keep a… a marriage? … There’s a flip side to that coin. What if you do got me boxed in and I got to put you down? ‘Cause no matter what you will not get in my way. We’ve been face to face yea, but I will not hesitate, not for a second. … Well, maybe we’ll never see each other again.