-I am a person.Not an object. I have a brain. Don't treat me like some random street-corner bimbo.
-I don't smoke. Don't ask me if I want to. If I wanted to coat my lungs in Tar i would suck on a Bus Muffler.
- I know I'm short. I know I have curly hair. I like it that way.
-Middle-aged men who ride public transit. Stop oggling the teenage girls. One of them will kick tour ass , and her name is Meekah.
Maybe the definition of home is the place where you are never forgiven, so you may always belong there, bound by guilt. And maybe the cost of belonging is worth it.