It's always me, isn't it? I'm not really a very nice person, but for some reason it's always me that they come to with their problems.
Jeff LindsayAnd once again I found myself wondering, as I drifted off to stunned and unbelieving sleep:How do these terrible things always happen to me?
Jeff LindsayAnd then more quiet, silence so deep it almost drowned out the roar of the night music that pounded away in my secret self.
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 Lindsay