David

“No, my world wasn’t like that at all. “What about when someone does something nice and expects nothing in return?” “You’re stupid if you think they don’t expect something in return. No one gives something for nothing.” “Yeah? So what does someone get for covering up a murder?”
― David Crow, The Pale-Faced Lie

“After running from pursuers a good part of my life, I was used to hiding in the shadows. But now, I was trying to save myself from the ultimate bully, my murderous father.”
― David Crow, The Pale-Faced Lie

“I didn’t want to be sad, but I didn’t know why I was sad or how not to be sad or how to talk about it. I was broken. I felt broken. My body ached. My stomach hurt. I couldn’t sleep. Nothing was pleasurable. Every morning, I woke up knowing I’d failed before my feet hit the ground. At night, I’d lie in bed and wish for a terminal disease.”
― David Poses, The Weight of Air: A Story of the Lies about Addiction and the Truth about Recovery

“There’s no reason for Christmas or gifts since there is no God,” Dad said. “Christ faked his death and tricked the Jews into accepting blame.” His head jerked, and he mumbled to himself. “Where’s the bastard now? Dead. And he’ll stay dead. Mary was no virgin. They nearly killed Joseph for knocking her up without marrying her. No one is saved. We just die. Rich people worship money, and poor people worship Jesus. It’s all they’ve got. The poor dumb bastards. Do-gooders pretend that giving gifts makes us better. It ain’t so.”
― David Crow, The Pale-Faced Lie