I wonder who I left behind on the other side of fame.
The final story, the final chapter of Western man, I believe, lies in Los Angeles.
It's always the old to lead us to the war. It's always the young to fall.
The only way to Cuba is with the CIA.
Does defending liberalism leave you friendless and perhaps wondering about your breath?
If you ever get a war without blood and gore, well, I'll be the first to go.