December 9, 2018:

Anti-role-models. They were healthy for me, in that ironic sense.

Divorces. Fuck that. I swore I'd never marry, and I never have.

Smoking. Fucking gross. Ashes flying in the car, burning your eyes. While she smirks her little I don't give a fuck affected little smirk, and dies from heart attacks. I made the decision the day she burned me in the bowling alley. If you're gonna burn your kid something's too fucked up. I never smoked.

Alcohol. Hillbilly dumbshits shooting branches off trees, staggering drunk. I'll never do that.

Where hey! — two outta three ain't bad!