There's no such thing as a mistake, really. It's just an opportunity to do something else.

Hunter and I never got proper journalistic accreditation to go anywhere. Nobody was giving us passes to go in here or there. We always had to somehow talk our way in.

The betrayal of people's good will, good trust that things are being done for the best and they actually ARE being done for the best.

Whats a gonzotic frenzy? Well its me in the throes of an ink splattering attempt to capture the feeling I have at that particular time.

It makes me so desperately sad to witness just how unforgivably wretched our world has become.

I have even written a book about Wine called The Grapes of Ralph.

Call immediately. Time is running out. We both need to do something monstrous before we die.