Chapter 6: What you want

Yesterday I got bit by a really big mosquito. I didn't kill it, 'cause killing is bad, I know that, so I just watched it and all of a sudden I felt really envious. Mosquitos know exactly what they want, they don't wonder around thinkin "oh well... what am I gonna have for breaky today, toast or porridge or just coffee? or get something from 7/11 on the way to work which I hate and that reminds me I hate my job also, but I have to do it 'cause I don't have a clue of what else to do and I'm not sure if not knowing would pay my rent....anyway after that I'll go get drunk at some random bar to help me forget the things I hate and try to hook up someone, who may accidentally become the love of my life or maybe I'll just go to bed early or I'll be late for work tomorrow as well." Mosquitos have a clear vision of life: they just want to suck blood. Then they go and reproduce. Sammy says women are like that too. They just suck the living hell out of you and then they want your babies.