Often, a school is your best bet-perhaps not for education but certainly for protection from an undead attack.

. . . show the other side, the one that gets people out of bed the next morning, makes them scratch and scrape and fight for their lives because someone is telling them that they're going to be okay.

Can you ever “solve” poverty? Can you ever “solve” crime? Can you ever “solve” disease, unemployment, war, or any other societal herpes? Hell no.

Generation Z, they cleaned up their own mess.

I remember I used to come up to my teacher crying because I couldn't read. She would say: 'You can do this. You just don't want to do this.

After all we'd been through, we still couldn't take our heads from out of our asses or our hands from around each other's throats.

The bottom line is I'm a slow zombie guy - I'm always a slow zombie guy but I also know I'm in the minority.