Through a horrible miscalculation entirely of no one’s fault but my own, I found myself suddenly soulless in Santa Monica, California on a Tuesday with no transportation and a copy of Bukowski’s “Hot Water Music” as my lone companion.

Why in the wide world am I here?... well, of course I know why… I’m talkin’ ‘bout what led me to bein’ here... Girl, I’ve been where you are…

I have not been enjoying my time, my year and seven months here. Hell, I’m not even sure why I’m in The Rubber Room.

…Can’t tell you how glad… no. Happy. I was to hear from you again!

I run and run and run. And I never stop. Cannot. Cannot stop. My sneaker’s ripped. Both of them. Really?

Listen sugar, these fruit loops don’t want sex. They want power. They want to manipulate and torture and damage you so they can feel powerful over you.

Son of a bitch calls me up said he wants to meet in a warehouse. I say no deal, muchacho. I always meet in public.

Yeah I shot him. What'cha gonna do about it, huh? Fucking pig. Fucking woman-hating, vaginaphobic son of a bitch!

Take your seats and listen up.  Your beloved Mr. Greer hasn’t much...  Musser!  In your seat.

I have often found when you can't do anything else you can always sit on the road...

He puts his hand on the child's chest, and he says "heal", as if he felt he had the power to heal him, he calls on God...it's in here...

Hello. (She turns on the mike). Hello. Ha. (Raises her glass) Relax, it's seltzer. (Laughs) Hello. I'm Shiva the destroyer and your harbinger of doom for this evening. I would like to thank you all for coming and welcome you. Even though I haven't seen most of you since my latest stretch in the big house...But you all look fabulous! So during the 20 minutes or so that I was not in the hole for making a shiv out of my toothbrush I actually did participate in the infamous 12-step

His father had a furniture shop. They fixed antique furniture. And he'd have the truck and we'd go...

I didn't used anything...didn't think we'd do it...and I thought about it a lot while we were doing it......"

Carter, do you think I'm boring?....."

I dream of a place where we could be together at last... It's just a daydream of mine. A little development that I dream of. Just off the interstate in a little suburb, far, far from urban Skid Row. The sweetest, greenest place - where everybody has the same little lawn out front and the same little flagstone patio out back. And all the houses are so neat and pretty... 'Cause they all look just alike. Oh, I dream about it all the time. Just me. And the toaster. And