Joe Ide Quotes

Isaiah told him what he'd found on the Ruby's Real Beauty website. Ruby's stocked the largest, most complete inventory of human hair extensions in the South Bay area. The most highly prized were Virgin Remy. "Virgin because the girl still had her cherry?" Dodson said. "No. Virgin because the hair wasn't chemically treated," Isaiah said. "What's Remy mean?" "It means the hair was carefully cut so the cuticles and roots stayed in the same direction. Otherwise, they mow it down like weeds and throw it in a bin." Isaiah

He'd never experienced hate before. It was like an ulcer growing on a tumor, festering and stinking. Late at night or between dreams and sleep, he'd get into it, bathing in the venom, wallowing in thoughts of revenge. In a way, the hate felt good. You were righteous, godlike, the dispenser of justice. Hate dispelled your fears and forged every disappointment, setback, loss, humiliation, and failure that ever happened to you into one massive steel sledgehammer of rage, poised to obliterate, and for one brief, purifying moment, give you relief.

When Bobby was promoting raves back in Sacramento, Jimmy Bonifant was dealing ecstasy and what was the point of going to a rave without a double drop of vitamin X? The two hustlers shared a condo, ate breakfast at the Silver Skillet at three in the morning, and brought tweakers home and did them in the same room. Eventually,