A Visit from the Goon Squad

I can’t tell if she’s actually real, or if she’s stopped caring if she’s real or not. Or is not caring what makes a person real?

was cellular confidence, as if Lulu were a queen in disguise, without need or wish to be recognized.

the unspeakable knowledge that everything is lost.

a week that felt like both a month and a minute.

footing the bill

you feel a faint appreciation for the beauty and inelegance of a man undressing.

rules are for bending

But a sardonic expression had taken up residence in her face, as if those blue eyes were rolling heavenward even as they gazed right at you.

Time’s a goon, right?

“Takes one to know one, eh?”