If we didn't fear the truths we didn't hear, we'd lose the need to fear the ones we did.

If we didn't fear the truths we didn't hear, we'd lose the need to fear the ones we did.

There's only one thing we never wrote down. You know what it was.

That's Becks. Always ready to offer a helping headshot.

And then everything was in the hands of gravity, which has never had much love for the terminally stupid.

I've seen that mixture of resignation and hopelessness before; its usually in my mirror.

Growing up in my family meant ambushes on your birthday, crossbows for Christmas, and games of dodge ball where the balls were occasionally rigged to explode. It also meant learning how to work your way out of a wide variety of death traps. Failure to get loose on your own could lead to missing dinner, or worse, being forced to admit that you missed dinner because your baby sister had tied you to the couch. Again.