A Little Old Lady Sitting

Sundays Tend To Be A Day Where Just I Do Nothing But Visit People. It's Kind Of Like Trick-or-treating.

A Hotel, He Told Me, Was A Big House Where A Lot Of People Lived And Ate And Slept, But No One Knew Each Other. He Said That Described Most Families In The Outside World.

You Kill Strangers Deliberately So You Don't Accidentally Kill The People You Love.

A Couple Drinks. A Couple Aspirin. Repeat.

We All Have Some Proper Noun To Blame.