You Can Trust Me To

Lately I’d Begun Carrying Pain Amulets In My Bag, Like Some People Have Breath Mints.

The Car Was Full Of Unhappy People Heading West. It Was The Great American Family Road Trip, All Right. Whaaa-hoo!

There Is Black. There Is White. Gray Is A Cowardly Excuse To Mix Our Wants With Our Needs.

Keep Your Vampire Mitts Off Me. I'm Not Your Friggin' Blood Toy.

What Are You Doing Now?” Al Questioned, Listing Heavily As He Tucked Another One Of Those Bottles Under His Arm And Staggered For The Cot Half Hidden Behind A Curtain. “seeing If Your Circumcision Is Gone? It Is.