Have your adventures, make your mistakes, and choose your friends poorly -- all these make for great stories.

Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.

A shadow of a reflection of an image of an illusion.

If you look at old pictures, Irene Casey is so pretty. Not just young, but pretty the way you look when your face goes smooth, the skin around your eyes and lips relaxed, the pretty you only look when you love the person taking the picture.

...no way could I fall in love. I just couldn't go there yet. Settle for less. I didn't want to process through anything. I didn't want to pick up any pieces. Lower my expectations.

The truth is, immigrants tend to be more American than people born here.

For the most part my friends can always be more entertaining than the tube ever can be.