I Don't Know If It's A Good

Ranger Clicked His Penlight On. "hang Onto Me If You Can't See." I Curled My Hand Into The Back Of His Cargo Pants Just Above His Gun Belt. "i'm Good To Go." He Was Still For A Beat. "you Could Have Held On To My Jacket," He Said. "would You Rather I Do That?" "no. Not Even A Little.

I Attributed The Incidence To Temporary Insanity, And In My Own Defense, I'd Like To Say I Haven't Run Over Anyone Since.

There's Me And Then There's You, And You Aren't Ever Going To Be As Good As Me, Sweet Thing." Ranger

The Way I See It, Life Is A Jelly Doughnut. You Don't Really Know What It's About Until You Bite Into It. And Then, Just When You Decided It's Good, You Drop A Big Glob Of Jelly On Your Best T-shirt.

He Rooted For The Mets, He Wore Foot Of The Loom Underwear, And He Drove A Buick. His Loyalties Were Carved In Stone And He Wasn't About To Be Impressed With Some Upstart Of A Toaster Salesman Who Drove A Bonneville.