He calls himself working class, which I think is a bit ironic since he doesn’t work.

“Our apartment is a hotel for losers. A pit stop before the next ride.”

“I don’t care what other people think about me. Most people are idiots, and they…”

“I remember his eyes. They are just like mine. Every time I look in the mirror I…”

“I pretend he doesn’t exist, and he does the same with me.”