It’s only a scratch, don’t cut my arm off!

A lot of what we're doing here deals with perception rather than truth. Many would argue that reality depends more on the former than the latter.

Just so you know, I'm straight. Totally straight. As an arrow." Her voice held a smile. "So am I

It’s only a scratch, don’t cut my arm off!

I imagined calling in to my own radio show: Yeah hi, I'm a werewolf, and I'm stuck in a cabin in the woods with another werewolf and a werewolf hunter.

Next caller. Betty, you're on the air. What's your question ?" "Hi, Kitty. I just wanted to know, are you going out with that Cormac guy from last month?" My jaw dropped. "What?" "Are you going out with that Cormac guy?" "We are talking about the same Cormac who tried to kill me on the air, yes? the guy who hunts werewolves for a living ?" "Uh-huh." "And you want to know if I'm dating him ? Why on earth do you think that's a good idea?

You know, I'm sick and tired of people pointing rifles at me.