The Injury That We Do

I Love New York, Chicago, London, St. Bart's And Italy But One Of My Fave Cities In The Whole World Is San Francisco. Why? Those Are All Places That I Love To Go To Cause It Feels Good To Me Personally When I'm There.

When They'd Been On The Run, With Death Maybe Lying In Wait Around Any Corner, They Had Never Been More Alive. When Each Day Might Be Your Last, It Made A Big Difference. You Couldn't Maintain That State Forever, Of Course; The Stress Would Eat You Alive, But Putting Yourself At Risk Did Bring Out Your Best-or Your Worst

This Would Be A Tricky Operation, No Doubt Of That, And A Mistake Would Probably Be Fatal. So Many Things He Had Done Over The Years Would Have Been Fatal, Had His Luck Not Been Strongly Good. He Had Cheated Death Dozens Of Times, But That Did Not Mean He Could Take It As A Given. A Man Needed Only One Fatal Mistake To End The Game.

The Injury That We Do To A Man Must Be Such That We Need Not Fear His Vengeance.

There's Always A Price For What You Want.