I'm a Muslim, but I think Jesus would have a drink with me. He would be cool. He would talk to me.
I know I'm going to blow one day. My life is doomed the way it is. I have no future.
The drug dealers, they sympathize with me. They see me as some sort of pathetic character.
Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth.
You can't stay married in a situation where you are afraid to go to sleep in case your wife might cut your throat.
I'll go back and take what the people owe me.