And as we should all know by now, anytime you predict failure you have an excellent chance of being right.
Jeff LindsayIt's that moon again, slung so fat and low in the tropical night, calling out across a curdled sky and into the quivering ears of that dear old voice in the shadows, the Dark Passenger, nestled snug in the backseat of the Dodge K-car of Dexter's hypothetical soul. That rascal moon, that loudmouthed leering Lucifer, calling down across the empty sky to the dark hearts of the night monsters below, calling them away to their joyful playgrounds.
Jeff LindsayI was filled with dread at the thought my mind had skipped town and left me behind to pay the rent." --Dexter
Jeff Lindsay