Telling Some Stories, Miss Leroy

I'm In Love. So Kill Me.

Without Animals, There Would Be No Humanity. In A World Of Just People, People Will Mean Nothing . . .

People Have To Really Suffer Before They Can Risk Doing What They Love.

Most People Would Never Admit It, But They'd Been Bitching Since They Were Born. As Soon As Their Head Popped Out Into That Bright Delivery-room Light, Nothing Had Been Right. Nothing Had Been As Comfortable Or Felt So Good. Just The Effort It Took To Keep Your Stupid Physical Body Alive, Just Finding Food And Cooking It And Dishwashing, The Keeping Warm And Bathing And Sleeping, The Walking And Bowel Movements And Ingrown Hairs, It Was All Getting To Be Too Much Work.

I Am Joe's Enraged, Inflamed, Sense Of Rejection.