he'd smoke all my incense and leave petunia embroided sweater dresses all over my house.

Might scare off any potential girlfriends

"It's terrible sometimes, inside, that's what's the trouble. You walk these streets, black and funky and cold, and there's not really a living ass to talk to, and there's nothing shaking, and there's no way of getting it out-that storm inside. You can't talk it and you can't make love with it, and when you finally try to get with it and play it, you realize nobody's listening. So you've got to listen. You got to find a way to listen."- James Baldwin "Sonny's Blues"