We are turning into a nation of whimpering slaves to Fear
The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs.
Jesus! Did I SAY that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me? I glanced over at my attorney, but he seemed oblivious.
If you have half a story and you don't know the rest, you use what you have to pry the rest out of someone.
This is the fast lane, folks...and some of us like it here.
Good mescaline comes on slow. The first hour is all waiting, then about halfway through the second hour you start cursing the creep who burned you, because nothing is happening...and then ZANG!