and so there were zero

the kid got an F minus, while the mother just watched another brad pitt movie.

living fifteen meters down the road from the hollywood lights, she wouldn't ever be the woman she thought.

there are fourteen types of human a person can't be, and fifteen ways a person can swallow nine nails. 

there are also eleven ways to make a woman cry, but the hollywood lights were just so appealing.

some nights the moon would cast shadows in the corners of her eye's.  other nights she would play gin rummy with washed-up porn stars and failed actresses.  

and the kid just wrote down nineteen ways to die, without his mother knowing.