I Don't Plan An Awful Lot In

Stories Are Like Assholes. Everybody's Got One And Most Of 'em Stink.

This Church Was Open And Seemingly Unattended, And It Was A Throwback In Another Way As Well. The Candles In The Little Side Altars Were Real Ones, Actual Wax Candles That Burned With An Open Flame. Lots Of Churches Have Switched Over To Electrified Altars. You Drop Your Quarter In The Slot And A Flame-shaped Bulb Goes On And Stays On For Your Quarter's Worth Of Time. It's Like A Parking Meter, And If You Stay Too Long They Tow Away Your Soul.

Man, I So Sick Of Dinosaurs. They Wasn't Extinct, I'd Go Out An' Kill 'em Myself.

Serendipity. Look For Something, Find Something Else, And Realize That What You've Found Is More Suited To Your Needs Than What You Thought You Were Looking For.

I Never Know What I'm Going To Write Next, And When I Think I Do I Usually Turn Out To Be Mistaken.