My name is Lester Burnham. This is my neighborhood, this is my street, this is my life. I am 42 years old. In less than a year I will be dead. Of course I don’t know that yet, and in a way, I am dead already.
Whatever you do don’t fall asleep.
That woman, deserves her revenge and… we deserve to die. But then again, so does she. So, I guess we’ll just see. Won’t we?
Do know what’s really scary? You want to forget something. Totally wipe it off your mind. But you never can. It can’t go away, you see. And… and it follows you around like a ghost.
“If I lose my magic, that means I’ve lost absolutely everything”
These are the eyes… of a psychopath.
