If it weren't for wasting away, I'd have nothing left.

If you choose to bury Hope, lose not the spade.

The stalker, meanwhile, stepped into the road. Didn’t even check for traffic. There wasn’t any, but something told me this was lucky for traffic rather than the stalker.

My tendency to make up stories and lie compulsively for the sake of my own amusement takes up a good portion of my day and provides me with a peace of mind not easily attainable in this economic climate.

I do not know what it was about that boy but just looking at him, even I wanted to clout him on the head. It was a head that invited violence.

As it stands right now, I lead Richard Pryor in heart attacks, two to one. However, Richard still leads me, one to nothing, in burning yourself up.