“Anyway, it was Oscar who called me to remind me that our nephew, Lydia's son Garnett, was turning eleven years old. Fuck my life. I hated that kid. He smelled like asparagus, and he sweated way too much for a… — Richard J. O'Brien Copy Share Image
“My brother trolled recovery and support groups, searching for women with dependency issues, the way I frequented bookstores with the hope of finding a… — Richard J. O'Brien Copy Share Image
“Anyway, it was Oscar who called me to remind me that our nephew, Lydia's son Garnett, was turning eleven years old. Fuck my life.… — Richard J. O'Brien Copy Share Image
“She was beautiful, but her youth, the very awkwardness of her age, prevented her from flaunting it.” — Richard J. O'Brien Copy Share Image
