Jim Carroll

First, it's a Saturday-night thing, and you feel cool, like a gangster or a rock star. It's just something to kill the boredom, you know? They call it a chippie, a small habit. It feels so good, you start doing it on Tuesdays, then Thursdays. Then it's got you. Every wise-ass punk on the block says it won't happen to them, but it does.

And you want to stop. You really do. But it's like a dream. You can't stop dreams. They move in crazy pieces, any way they want to, and suddenly, you're capable of anything.