Steven Wilkinson

“About this time two new propositions entered Fat’s mind, due to this particular conversation. 1) Some of those in power are insane. 2) And they are right.”
― Anonymous

“The universe has a habit of deleting anachronisms. I saw this coming for Fat if he didn’t get his shit together.”
― Anonymous

“A lot can be said for the infinite mercies of God, but the smarts of a good pharmacist, when you get down to it, is worth more.”
― Anonymous

“They ought to make it a binding clause that if you find God you get to keep him. For Fat, finding God (if indeed he did find God) became, ultimately, a bummer, a constantly diminishing supply of joy, sinking lower and lower like the contents of a bag of uppers. Who deals God? Fat knew that the churches couldn’t help, although he did consult with one of David’s priests. It didn’t work. Nothing worked. Kevin suggested dope. Being involved with literature, I recommended he read the English seventeenth century minor metaphysical poets such as Vaughan and Herbert: He knows he hath a home, but scarce knows where,   He sayes it is so far That he hath quite forgot how to go there.”
― Anonymous