“Time-out,” I said... He twisted his hand around and wound his fingers into mine. “You‘re putting me in time-out?” “Yes,” I said as a shaky sigh slid through my lips. “If I don't go, do I get a spanking?”

I had a soft spot for crazy people.

I could be irksome when I put my left ventricle into it.

I chose the road less traveled. Now I'm lost.

It isn’t the fall that will kill you, but the sudden stop.

.. an emergency stash of Thin Mints. Frickin' Girl Scouts. Those things were way to addictive. They had to be laced with crack." Charlie Davidson Fourth Grave Beneath my Feet

I could hardly be responsible for my actions when everyone around me gave me every opportunity to sink to their low expectations.