1. I walked out just like her, you bitch. If I walked out, it would be my condemnation of him. I would be the reason he gave up and put a gun to his head and fed the blood-lusting mud of Bodymore. I don’t know what it is about this place that makes people desperate.Desperate for a future.Desperate for money.Desperate for someone else.It’s always everything we don’t have that’s going to solve that desperation.
Bleed More, Bodymore
2. It’s amazing how easily the youth forget theHolodomor. Soviets not only starved us to death, but enjoyed every second of the suffering they inflicted. You’re an idealist, Jan, and idealism feels nice to live by, but all it does for you is drop you in a grave thinking the guy who put you there isn’t so bad.
Boom, Boom, Boom
