" So that’s it, then,” I said. “I’m afraid so, yes.” “Is it as bad as they say?” “Worse.” “Fuck,” I said. “Sorry.” “Cuss all you want, my friend. You’ve reached the point where it really doesn’t matter anymore.” “So I’m beyond help?” “Yes. Again, I’m sorry.” “So basically I could sin all I want—” “Right. And it wouldn’t matter.” “Fuck.” “Yes, that’s the spirit.” “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” A "

― J.R. Rain , The Body Departed