Rand Nix

“For fuck’s sake, having a conversation with her was like chasing a narcissistic butterfly through a shit-filled meadow.”
― Kali Wallace, Dead Space

“Chris told us one day we were all out of touch; we didn’t really know and understand Black Crowes fans. “I have a feeling I’m more in touch with them than you are, as you live in the Hollywood Hills and you spend more on weed than most people make in a year,” I replied. “That’s not fucking true.” “How much do you spend on weed in a year?” “I don’t know, a hundred grand?”
― Steve Gorman, Hard to Handle: The Life and Death of the Black Crowes--A Memoir

“Trees, thirty feet tall and black now, are planted in strict order along the avenues and main boulevards leading into and out of downtown. None of them bloom or grow anymore and some have fallen over, tumbling part way, leaning to the side, their massive roots exposed, black now too, and as I walk I touch my hand against each tree. The trunks are smooth, almost slick, as if they’ve been varnished and preserved. It’s a vision of a quiet Armageddon, or an emptied wasteland following a chemical attack. But this is only the wasteland of abuse and inattention.”
― Eric Barnes, The City Where We Once Lived

“I can hear the boy in the library. The noise of children is unmistakable. Even when they are trying to be quiet. Maybe even more so.”
― Eric Barnes, The City Where We Once Lived