Tell you what, you let me go, and I’ll ask you plenty of questions about your race. Until then, I’m slightly distracted with how this little vacation on the good ship Holy Sh*t is going to pan out for me.

Sometimes in life, from out of a myriad of prosaic decisions like what to eat and where to sleep and how to dress, a true crossroads is revealed. In these moments, when the fog of relative irrelevancy lifts and fate rolls out a demand for free will, there is only left or right – no option of four-by-fouring into the underbrush between two paths, no negotiating with the choice that has been presented. You must answer the call and pick your way. And there is no reverse.

If you eliminate all possible explanations, then the impossible is the answer.

All right, big guy, down you go." Oh,yeah. Bed. Bed was good. "And look who's here. It's Nurse Vishous.

Don't be an asshole," the guy snapped as he cracked a freshie. "Oh, right, because two in this group would be overkill.

Some bridges you crossed on your own, no matter who drove you to the edge

I miss you.…” He stroked the indentation of the gown where her waist would have been—should have been. “I miss you so much.