I sighed; as comforting as it may be to some of us, sarcasm, like youth, is wasted on the young.

I mean, really: what kind of person could possibly dislike me?

I think that's nice, and if I could have feelings at all I would have them for Deb.

And then more quiet, silence so deep it almost drowned out the roar of the night music that pounded away in my secret self.

And I was having too much fun to stop now.

I was never more alive than when the Dark Passenger was driving.

Mutilated corpses with a chance of afternoon showers. I got dressed and went to work.