Kris Kidd Quotes & Sayings

Years from now, I will pass this same park, and I won't remember any of this.
Instead, I will feel something like a spark - a heat like August
in a suburban town,
and a desire to grow
even when I know I'll be cut down. — Kris Kidd

They say you can't build Rome in a day, but I'm pretty sure you could destroy it in even less. — Kris Kidd

In the mirror I stand, an injured deer in headlights,
or maybe high beams, judging by the way my eyes water. I measure my wrists with my fingers, and I clutch at my rib cage, fingering it languidly, tracing the rise and fall of sharp bones until my heartbeat slows, and I dream of a faraway ocean. — Kris Kidd

I need to move. I don't fit in here. I almost tried a juice cleanse once, but quickly remembered that I could starve, and was starving, myself for free. — Kris Kidd

I dye my jeans jet black once a week, but they never seem dark enough. I bleach my hair bright white twice a month but it never seems light enough. I drink two and a half bottles of champagne every night but I never seem drunk enough. And I know I'm not high enough until someone grabs my face to check my vision to see if I'm still responsive - And even then, I'm thinking to myself that I should probably do one more line, you know, just to be safe. — Kris Kidd

What sets us apart from some of the other options available would definitely be our unique combination of skills and craftsmanship with being a well-managed business. We control the number of projects we are involved with so that our clients remain a top priority throughout the duration of their project. — Kris Kidd

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

I talk too much, but there's a lot unsaid. I've slept in a lot of beds. — Kris Kidd

It's 2009, a Thursday night in September, and I've stopped looking for stars in the Los Angeles sky. I settle instead for the ones I see in my head when I go three or four days without eating. Same difference. — Kris Kidd

I've memorized the best angles in the bathroom mirror from which to see how badly I've disintegrated. I truly do go from sixty to zero. — Kris Kidd

Sprawled out on the photographer's mattress with my clothes lying in a heap somewhere in the kitchen, I pull the waistband of my briefs down to expose my hipbones, and I think of home. — Kris Kidd

I want to remember what we were like before we became ourselves. — Kris Kidd

You ask yourself when you'll learn, and the answer is always,
"Tomorrow. — Kris Kidd

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

I think of drug dealers like I think of my father - never really there when you want them to be. — Kris Kidd

A bag of bones can slip through small cracks in a crowd effortlessly. — Kris Kidd

It isn't easy," is easy to say and sometimes I think that the only thing we can do
is say really easy things to each other. — Kris Kidd

See, that's the thing about L.A. - When you've mastered the art of feeling lonely in a room full of people, that's when you know. — Kris Kidd

Your house was not yours, but your late father's, and his pool
was almost as shallow as I was when I asked if you thought I looked good [...]
Your bedroom walls were covered in pictures, and your shag carpet
was almost as green as I was when I realized I wasn't the only one
being hurt. — Kris Kidd

You burn bright and you burn hard, like a fire in a dumpster,
and nobody is so worried
about you burning as they are worried about the fire spreading. — Kris Kidd

I am the cause of the energy crisis. — Kris Kidd

The game is getting old, and I don't know if it's because I've mastered the art of it, or if I just have some weird attention-deficit-disorder when it comes to getting my way all the time, every time. — Kris Kidd

And, to be honest, if weed is a gateway drug, then I really did hop the fence, but sometimes I can't help but miss the sticky-sweet warmth of a good old fashioned hot box. — Kris Kidd

I love like a beaten child and I trust like an addict. — Kris Kidd

You grow bored of these shrines, and you abandon them
because you know for a fact that you will worship
anything you kneel before.
Like God.
Like cock.
Like porcelain. — Kris Kidd

I like people with weak will and bad taste.
It feels like anything is possible. — Kris Kidd

In Los Angeles, everything is 100% organic, except the people. — Kris Kidd

There's stranger sex than sex with strangers. — Kris Kidd

Dead Prez is playing on the car's stereo, telling me that it's bigger than Hip-Hop, but I beg to differ. — Kris Kidd

Sunrise is starting to feel like a guilt trip. — Kris Kidd

I'm a lot like you,
and you're a lot like me.
It's sad to say,
and it's sad to see. — Kris Kidd

I haven't felt the full weight
of the world on my shoulders,
and I haven't experienced
a fraction of the pain
and embarrassment I've put out into this great big
white world. — Kris Kidd

You were trying to find a way to get rid of yourself,
but you were still left with your mouth. — Kris Kidd

Every ghost has a story. Monsters are nothing without mythology. — Kris Kidd

I gave them everything I had, and I guess it feels
alright.
I gave them my body,
and they use it every night. — Kris Kidd

My fingers are blistered and they smell like lighter fluid - like burnt tin foil and rusted silverware. Quick question: Is it still considered heroin chic if I'm actually using heroin? No? Whatever. — Kris Kidd

I have this working theory that the main cause of traffic after a car accident is rarely the accident itself. I think people just slow down to get a closer look at the wreckage. — Kris Kidd

In Los Angeles, everything is 100 percent organic, except the people. — Kris Kidd

The idyllic mayhem of two cultures colliding just doesn't seem as funny anymore. — Kris Kidd

The piece of you that loves a part of me tries its best to hold onto the rest,
but my heart is a thousand-piece puzzle of a faraway galaxy, deep purple,
colors blending together and impossible to place. — Kris Kidd

My desire to self-destruct is a one-night stand
on Groundhog Day.
Fucking repetitive. Repetitively fucking. — Kris Kidd

The homeless dudes on Alameda all have legs any runway model would kill for, and sometimes I think of giving them money, but - I don't know, I've got bills to not pay, and drinks to make people buy for me. — Kris Kidd

You are only as deep
as the ashtrays you use. You only stick around because you like the abuse. — Kris Kidd

We skip school and we ditch chores. We haunt shopping malls and grocery stores. House parties grow dull, but Amy's boyfriend is a dealer and we find ways to pass the time. — Kris Kidd

And confessions of love have always seemed out of place when you're gasping for air, when you're begging for pain,
when you're missing something, unable to change the channel. — Kris Kidd

Apathetic in my adolescence,
my heart is fluorescent. It flickers
like liquor store lights in the ghetto. — Kris Kidd

...stars are dying all the time. Some explode. Some collapse and cave in on themselves. Those ones become black holes. Others get sucked up inside of them just for getting too close. Guilty by association. Prosecuted for proximity. — Kris Kidd

This is a view that reminds you of you.
This is a metaphor you had nothing to do with. — Kris Kidd

You preach cleanliness,
so I try to keep my room clean,
but I feel no closer to God, and I guess that's okay
because he doesn't know
who he's fucking with anyway. — Kris Kidd

You give the shirt off your back, no questions asked, and you stand alone at the cavernous mouth of your suburban closet -
your entire life spent wondering
where your clothes went. — Kris Kidd

Los Angeles has no seasons, so it's kind of hard to keep track of time here. The lines between spring, summer, fall, and winter all blur like my vision. I get stuck on repeat for different measures of eternity. — Kris Kidd

My nose bleeds, and every comedown feels like an overdose. I try to make peace with God each time, but he shows no interest, and it reminds me of my dad, and I get so upset that I just have to do another line. Like I said, a cycle. — Kris Kidd

Mac, Phase: everyone here is of the we-don't-use-real-names-here mentality, so most of the time I feel like a really pilled up Snow White rolling around in the hood with seven drug-dealing dwarves - which, I don't know ... these things are never really as fun as they sound like they'd be. — Kris Kidd