A word from Hank Moody

And now a word from our friend,Hank Moody:

I feel like the good lord himself
picked me up in his bare hands,
laid me down on a bed of rusty nails,
pinned my ankles behind my ears,
and just stuck it in.
No Vaseline, no lube, no nothing.
Not even a little spittle.

That motherfucker just took
his Darth Vader helmet,
that big Darth Vader helmet
and just rammed it home.

And he wrecked my pretty
little virgin asshole.
My sweet little brown bud.


Pulled out, came on my tits,
wiped his dick on the curtains,
and left me for dead.


..And some more...

Doctor:Okay, Hank, addiction is defined
as continuing to do something
in the face of mounting consequence.

Hank:Okay, I'm with you so far.
Now take me somewhere with this.

Doctor:Okay, so how would you label yourself?


Hank:I guess I see myself as an enthusiast.
A drug and alcohol enthusiast.