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

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.

To be a DJ was to be God. To be a DJ at an alternative public radio station ? That was being God with a mission. It was thinking you were the first person to discover The Clash and you had to spread the word.

I punched to line. "Yes? What?" "Norville. It's Cormac. If you don't change the subject right now, I'm going to have to go over there and have a word with you.

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

I grinned at him. 'Jealous?' He grinned right back. 'That's a trick question. If I say yes you'll accuse me of being paranoid and unreasonable, and if I say no you'll make some defensive crack about how I don't think you're worth getting jealous over.' This is what I got for hooking up with a lawyer.

He's a bully. I love bullies. They have such big, shiny red buttons to push.