They say space is infinite, but I swear the universe is just a small room filled with the same idiots playing musical chairs.

I should have stayed a bandit.

You ever wake up with the sinking feeling that something is deeply wrong? Yeah. That was me this morning.

I’d like to say things are going well. That’d be a lie, but I’d like to say it.

It’s been exactly forty-two days since I took control of this barely functioning deathtrap and swore I’d never go back to that life.