Quotes by J.C. Joranco

I came to the party with the sole purpose of getting completely shit-faced, to be perfectly honest. That was it, that was The Plan from the very beginning. I wanted more than anything that ever regrettable, forgetting-everything-you-learned-as-a-toddler kind of wasted that only either the completely stupid venture into or the complete novice (given how naive I was I think I fall more into the latter category). It was a very simple plan, but I like to think the simplest ones tend to be the most effective. The Plan sure as hell didnt involve everything else that happened that night, as all of that occurred quite naturally on its own.

She opened her eyes and looked into his rather intensely. What? Alex asked. This cannot be. What cant be? Alex asked her, more bafflement in his voice this time. I have been reading people all my life. I can even read cats and dogs. Ive been doing it all my life and ive been here longer than the two of you put together. And? Alex wanted to get to the point. Whatever the truth may be, he just wanted to hear it, wanted it on the table before them so he could get this over with and they can go home. AND.....you are the first person that has nothing for me to see. And here I was hoping youd say Id win the lottery or get married to a supermodel or something. Alex said, starting to laugh. You dont understand. I dont see anything, anything at all. There is nothing to you, nothing but what I see before me. So....what does that mean? It means you dont exist.

As the sun went down outside, the television screen started completely lighting up the room in obnoxiously bright colors at hyperactive speeds. The conversation had been slowly rising in volume and frequency, as everyone started becoming more delinquent and the social boundaries slowly wore away. I dont remember what any of them said because I wasnt honestly paying any attention. I was focusing on my own misery and trying to numb the inner demons, the ugly things Thomas claimed came from the Outside World. Yet, to me, it wasnt outside, but rather INSIDE, as in my own head. I kept hearing Charleys voice from bits and pieces of conversations we had, laughter that Ill never hear ever again.

For his lunch break, Alex decided to sit outside for a smoke. There was no break room to speak of, just a backdoor that led to a neglected parking lot and an old payphone. There was an upturned crate by the door used to hold the door open or to sit on if one so desired. But Alex couldnt sit down, even though he had been standing for the past four hours, his anxious mind kept his feet moving.He paced back and forth, smoking his cigarette with the speed of an anxious drug addict. The cool but faint breeze pushed the smoke away from him and dissipated it into nothing. He still felt angry about the run-in with Gonzalez. It had consistently poked at him like a curious sadist with a pointed stick ever since he walked away from the door slammed in his face.

Danilos was the kind of place where many drinking men come to hide, be it from their wives, in-laws, their jobs or life in general. it was where men and women can come to drink poison as if it was the only form of medicine available to remedy the migraine headache called life. The lighting dim and secluded, mostly covering the tables, counters and the door to the bathroom. The walls were decorated in decades of memories, favorite sports teams and other miscellaneous decor that was typical of small bars such as this one. It was too dark to tell what they were from a distance. There was a thick layer of smoke hovering in the air around the ceiling lights, the place was smothered in it but was strongest above everyones heads. The smell was the classic stale bar odor of cigarettes and cheap cigars.

It was like walking into another world. While the mansion was bright, warm, comfy and filled with sound and color, the outside was dark, cold, colorless and devoid of people.I found myself standing beside Thomas in the street. The paved road felt so cold it was hurting my feet. I kept moving them up and down, afraid my skin would freeze to the pavement. My heart was racing already and I felt a bit out of breath. If we stood there much longer i was going to hyperventilate.

Can you imagine how many people got laid in here? Abby said, walking to the other side of the Jacuzzi.

Thats what scares me the most, Paul. That Ill just pass through life and all the people I know will just disappear, without a trace, without me ever telling them how much they mean to me, no matter how small the time spent was or how great the friendship was. That theyll be gone and theyll forget me and Ill end up with nothing.I saw in my head Charley laughing, Charley sticking his head out the window and screaming, Charley playing a video game so intensely he was a foot from the screen. Moments flashed before my eyes in a quick, unrelenting sequence. I shook my head. I know. Believe me, I know.

Thomas tilted his head towards me. Dont mind him, hes drunk.Does he work for you? I asked him. Who, Rick? No no no. Really though, hes a fine gentleman, if you speak to him while youre heavily intoxicated. You have to be brought down to HIS level of intelligence in order to properly communicate with him, you see. Thomas said.