London, England. What's left of it anyway.

I fucking love the Piano. Miranda's tried to teach me how to play it several times but I just can't manage to pull it off.

Captain David Anderson. He's one hell of a role model.

Me.

I've been in love with two women. The first, I killed with a bullet to the chest. The second is alive and well, and I love her more than life its self.

That's classified.

Black.

Bacon, lettuce and tomatoes.

Vodka.

I already have one; an N7 Logo on my right arm. Got it straight out of graduation.

Baller Friday.

Sex.

The Missionary Position. I'm pretty damn sure that I've already mastered it, though.

Go fuck yourself Harby.

You know it.

I've had better days.

Wake up, wash the love juices and vodka off of my body, change the sheets, kiss Miranda and go on with my day.

*Pumps Shotgun*

Stop asking the fucking pony questions.

...What the fuck is this shit?

Intoxicated.