It didn't take long for the anger to put the happiness in a headlock.

It was better to know what people were really like than put your trust in someone who just wanted to hurt you in the end.

My name is Gin, and I kill people.

The two men stared at each other. Assumptions were made, judgments rendered, dicks measured.

I didn't know if he really meant talk, make out, or something else completely, but I'd be happy with any of them.

Can you play the piano like Beethoven? Or sing like Carly Simon? Can you take fie pages' worth of quotes and turn them into a usable story ten minutes before deadline? I don't think so, unless you have more hidden talents I don't know about. We all have our special sills. They don't make us better or worse than each other. Just different

And that's when I snapped up my left hand and smashed him in the face with the hammer I'd grabbed.