In 2004, 317 people were bitten by rats in New York City; 1,781 people were bitten by other New Yorkers.
(Final Exits, the illustrated encyclopedia of how we die by Michael Largo)
(via chvnx)
“Ken”
Don’t get too excited.
Ken just prattles on for 40 minutes about how his boyfriend probably won’t ever leave his fucking wife.
Then he cries a little, asks for a hug (which goes on for WAY too long), and finally, hands you some Costco fish sticks and a handwritten invoice.
No, I don’t regret it, but, no, I probably wouldn’t do it again.
I dunno. We’ll see.
Aw, hell. My name’s Ken and I’ve got WAY more baggage than that!
Fucking amateurs.
