Coming down for the thousandth time, I'm perched on the precipice of a billion broken promises. I'm speeding through the intersections of my own broken heartstrings, blowing red lights and ignoring red flags. I'm thinking, 'history repeats itself.' I'm wondering why. The world outside is still happening also.

— Kris Kidd

Crashing through windows I thought were open doors. Apologizing for the mess. Rationalizing my behavior in metaphors you’ll simply never understand. Learning to accept defeat. Watching you walk away from me, from us, from all of this, using every door I missed. Begging, "Please don’t leave me now, I killed those boys to make you love me.

— Kris Kidd

Cry wolf often enough, and you eventually get eaten by the wolf, even if the wolf is you.

— Kris Kidd

Do you think dogs enjoy fucking? Or is it something so primal, so intrinsically necessary that it just happens, just occurs? Do you think animals can fall in love? I let you fuck me from behind almost every single night, always wanting to be kissed, but still, I refuse to roll over.

— Kris Kidd

Drugs may know how to numb a brain, but the past never forgets to resurface.

— Kris Kidd

Every ghost has a story. Monsters are nothing without mythology.

— Kris Kidd

Everywhere I go, I kind of half stumble, half stomp. If there’s a balcony within a hundred feet of me at any given time, I am on it— smoking a Marlboro light 100 and complaining about something.

— Kris Kidd

February falls on top of me like a cartoon piano. I reek of champagne, come, and CK One.

— Kris Kidd

Fucking fixes nothing, but certain feelings are unavoidable.

— Kris Kidd

I drink Coke-zero while I score coke from an honors' student in Huntington Beach.

— Kris Kidd