There's A Reason They Say,"pride Goeth Before

So,” I Said At Last, Staring At My Hands. “how’s, Uh, Your Car?” “i Left It Out On The Street. Figured It’ll Be Fine There While I’m Gone.

You Can Put On As Many Airs As You Want, But In The End, That Dress Is The Same As You: An Old, Cheap Design Dressed Up To Look Like Its Worth More Than It Is.

None Of The Bravado He Usually Showed Was There. I Guess There Was "usually" And Then There Was Being Held In The Grip Of A Really Ripped, Really Tall, And Really Pissed Off Russian Guy.

He Smiled, And It Lit Up His Whole Face.

Life, Unfortunately, Doesn't Seem To Care What We Want.