It Seemed Like A Nice Neighborhood To

A Good Story Cannot Be Devised; It Has To Be Distilled.

However Toplofty And Idealistic A Man May Be, He Can Always Rationalize His Right To Earn Money.

There Was A Sad Fellow Over On A Bar Stool Talking To The Bartender, Who Was Polishing A Glass And Listening With That Plastic Smile People Wear When They Are Trying Not To Scream.

He Sounded Like A Man Who Had Slept Well And Didn't Owe Too Much Money.

I'm All Done With Hating You. It's All Washed Out Of Me. I Hate People Hard, But I Don't Hate Them Very Long.