My body’s a battlefield. Victory’s a void filled, a memory…

“Every ghost has a story. Monsters are nothing without mythology.”

— Kris Kidd

The idyllic mayhem of two cultures colliding just doesn't seem as funny anymore.

— Kris Kidd

“There is stability in self-destruction, in prolonging sadness as a means of escaping abstractions like happiness. Rock bottom is a surprisingly comfortable place to…

— Kris Kidd

“Two sad eyes and one skanky smile, I practically pulse with the promise of promiscuity. I'm easy to catch, but too slippery to hold…

— Kris Kidd

In Los Angeles, everything is 100 percent organic, except the people.

— Kris Kidd

“Dead Prez is playing on the car’s stereo, telling me that it’s bigger than Hip-Hop, but I beg to differ.”

— Kris Kidd

“I drink Coke-zero while I score coke from an honors student in Huntington Beach.”

— Kris Kidd

“There's a weight in the room now, a remembrance of childhood. It sinks like a stone, or a heart, or my weight on a…

— Kris Kidd

“...stars are dying all the time. Some explode. Some collapse and cave in on themselves. Those ones become black holes. Others get sucked up…

— Kris Kidd

“The homeless dudes on Alameda all have legs any runway model would kill for, and sometimes I think of giving them money, but— I…

— Kris Kidd

“I’ll see my nakedness as an advantage, attempt use my body as leverage. That will work for a little while.”

— Kris Kidd

“Repression is dangerous. It makes anvils of memories and drops them from impossible heights when you least expect it.”

— Kris Kidd

“I've come to realize that hunger feels more like home than any tangible structure ever has, or probably ever will. I know now that…

— Kris Kidd

“The game is getting old, and I don’t know if it’s because I’ve mastered the art of it, or if I just have some…

— Kris Kidd

“I think it’s pretty common to hold onto people, to bribe them with things, say, a body, in the hopes of keeping them from…

— Kris Kidd