Why do all your brilliant ideas involve felonies?
Bones tell me the story of a person's life - how old they were, what their gender was, their ancestral background.
Chance wore a white tuxedo with tails. On anyone else? Doopy. On him? Yes, please.
I'm not writing great literature. I'm writing commercial fiction for people to enjoy the stories and to like the characters.
Who's going to rob us? A crackhead crab? A jellyfish junkie?
High school popularity is so fickle.