I'll miss the old building. But look at it ? it's all torn open. It was just held together with bubble gum.

He's an idiot. He's selfish. That's why we don't miss him. And we've held it in for far too long. And if you go out there and look long and hard enough, you'll find particulars. But I've got something to say directly to him. And I'm holding back as much as I can because, unlike him, I'll say it man-to-man, face-to-face.

Your initial reaction is to panic, but you have to catch yourself. I noticed that her head was torn open on one side and she was bleeding everywhere. For a split second I thought she was done.

I don't want to see that old house torn down.

It doesn't show that I have anything torn, by the test that the trainer did to my shoulder. He doesn't seem to think I have anything to worry about. It's just a deep bruise, I guess. We'll see what happens tomorrow. We're going to keep packing it in ice and getting therapy and try to get it going.

The bubble winked at me and said,'You'll miss me brother, when you're dead'.