...But he was a good landlord. When my heater stopped working in mid-December, it took him only two weeks to get it fixed. Of course, it took me knocking on his door in need of a warm place to sleep to get it that way, but one night on his sofa, where I’d suddenly developed night terrors and epilepsy, and that puppy was running like a Mercedes the next day. It was awesome.

Friends don't let friends get killed by serial killers

If I was going to go out tonight, I was going to go out fighting. Or screaming in agony. Either way.

I know karate, and like two other Japanese words - T-SHIRT

Dude,” I said, leaning over the desk, “I’m about as psychic as a carrot.

Surely my macking on some guy in an insane asylum wouldn't hurt him. He'd been living with his stalker, for heaven's sake.

There is nothing to fear but fear itself. And spiders. ~Bumper sticker~