What Happened To Your Tan?"--fang

Beware The Anger Of A Patient Man.

I Don't Think Of Myself As A Writer.

Better Readers Are Better Thinkers.

Hi, Max," She Said, Pushing Her Shades Up Onto Her Curls. "i Hope Your Wearing Sunscreen," I Said, “your Gonna Have Hella Wrinkles By The Time Your Ten.” “want Some Daiquiri?” She Offered, Pointing At A Blender. “is It Traitor Flavored?” I Asked.

Blood City Iii: The Massacre. I'd Read The Summary Of It Online, And Frankly, It Sounded Like The Directors Had Just Decided To Film My Life.