Tomato Red

This short piece has some great imagery. It is about a crank addict who wants friends and so he breaks into a mansion to steal drugs after he read that the family is somewhere off in France. I would simply like to list the phrases I liked the most:
"her teeth are the siz of shoe-peg corn and look like maybe they'd taste sort of sour"
"a dry peck on the lips"
"but the bricks were the type that's nigger than house bricks, more like the shape of bread loves, which I think classes them as cobblestones of something"
"lamppost in the yard that made a hepatitis-yellow glow"
"rigamorole of jewel-theif piss elegance"
"and that glass thankfully was of a typical lower oder and flew to pieces"
"the glass shatter seemed like a sincere burst of applause"
"and friendship is this slow awkward process you've got to angle through"
"the mist felyt like a tounge I kept walking into, and my skin and clothes seemed slobbered on"
"smelled sweeter than my ex-wife's hair"
"this mansion smelled of bug achievements and handbags from Rome and unkown treats, which were better scents than I was used to. The walls even seemed special, kind of, as my fingertips skipped along them feeling how fine and costly they felt. My mind, I'd say, stumbled along two or three steps behind my body. More like a waiter than a chef"
"but it seemed like I'd undergone interplanetary travel"
"like a rubbernecking crowd peeking in on a private moment"
"blond wood from Oriental lands"
"Peanut butter is the prescribed unger medicine for poor folks, and there's always a scraping or so left in the bottom of the jar, somewhere way back in the cupboard"