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348 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 31, 2013
I'd always had a fascination with people who got sick the natural way. What would that be like? To wander around with a justified reason to be angry at the world?

I wasn't trying to kill myself.
I'd been imbibing fecal matter.
I'd felt sort of a righteous joy settle in.
Part of me loved the power.
I have secrets, Drew.
There is nothing more in life than this, than us, right here, right now in this moment.
I ate my first needle when I was seven.
To me, it seemed an unfathomable luxury to be a cancer patient. The world was made to sympathize with cancer patients. They were heroes of billboards on the interstate, of touching ads with tender music that interrupted our favorite TV shows.
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Seven months? That was it? Seven short months since the dude had been diagnosed and he was sick enough to want to die? (What a heartless bitch! She says all that because she missed a few hugs while growing up?)
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I was there because I wanted to be like them, because I worshipped the mutation in their genes, the stumble and stutter of their limbs.Wasn't imitation the highest for of flattery?
"Seeing the worry on the doctors' and nurses' faces was a glourious, religious experience."
"I was falling for this scared, lonely, broken, brave man who sang songs about secrets."
♪ "I'll tell you a secret, I'll sell you a secret for a song,
Someday I'll tell you, and take you back home where you belong." ♪
“I liked feeling powerless and sick and diseased.”I guess I see a sort of poetry in her thoughts. In a way, they are beautiful to me.
“For someone like me, who wore disease like a well-loved sweater, it was important to analyze the cost-benefit ratio of amount of effort required to get diseased versus how long the disease lasted.”
“If I had a disease that could be as dangerous as diabetes, I'd be much more respectful of its powers. [...] I appreciated disease the way it was meant to be appreciated. I courted it because I worshiped its awesome power.”
“ [...] I already had my first love. Disease. I didn't need a boy.”


