Rare Americans 2 Starter Sentences
You’re crafty and tricky.
Dad had bloody heavy hands, used ‘em on me.
I grew up in the system. Bounced a couple homes.
You’re not gonna push me around.
I dropped out of school.
I snuck up to this sucker, took his stash and drove.
How dumb I was, twenty-one and way out of control!
She did a line right off my --
If it costs me my life, man, I’ll save my only friend.
As I lay here in my final nights, I try to have a laugh.
I didn’t win the game of life, but I’d give myself a pass.
Sometimes I drive and ignore the signs.
I'm not an asshole, but I don't care about getting caught.
You got no one to turn to, and people you owe. You’re a dope.
This life is tough, man, and everybody knows.
I might indulge a little in this life, you never know.
I said “fuck it” long ago.
What is your play at the end of the day?
I make a livin' betting dog fights, darling. This is just a little scrap.
What happened to you? What happened to me? What happened to us?
I took your word for it 'cause you are so well-read.
You treat you like a temple. I treat me like a slave.
I've been fightin' it all my life.
I'm a father, I'm a fighter, I am tough.
It’s not the working-for-peanuts that’s rough.
I'm outworking you but for a different coloured check.
I know there's no easy roads.
I got bad luck when it comes to parents.
I felt like a human barcode, programmed to hate mode.
I'm tired and I'm sick. You're a liar, full of shit.
You need not worry 'bout that hullabaloo.
Evil looms, darkness lurks! Safety in numbers!
Things are sad, they will get worse.
We’re encrypted, subscripted, soldiers of the brand: homo-lookalikes, a million-man marching band.
Shake my goddamn ole wrinkly hand!
I got this buzzin' in my ear... it's here for good I fear, my dear.
Don't wanna fuck this up man, I can't get this wrong.
I got these spots in my sights like I can't turn out the lights.
It's calm in my head as a high-speed chase.
I got those memories man, that you can't erase.
















