“Hundreds, maybe thousands, naked and hairless (and what the fuck was up with that anyway?) were distracted by the crack of my gun and altered their direction to run at us. The” — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
“The upper middle-class cracker neighborhood ignored me, focused instead on its own pockets of human chaos. Four” — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
“Once people get beliefs into their heads, it’s fucking hard to change their minds, no matter how many facts come knocking on the door.… — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
“The shop was a monument to uninhibited human depravity, the kind that scars souls with permanent shadows. I” — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
“Sure, shit happens we can’t control, but that’s exactly what it is: shit you can’t control. You can’t control what it is, or sometimes… — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
“made his words something of a Rorschach test, and I might be reading too many of my own emotions into it. ” — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
“I went into the living room and looked down at my mother’s torn body and shook my head. It was surreal. I guess some… — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
“I’m your nightmare.” I loved that thought. It tantalized me with its power.” — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
“gazed blankly at nothing in particular. I knew that look. They were the Russells of the group.” — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
