Chasing a burning girl down a city street is a lot harder than it sounds. Civilians tend to stop and stare and this turns them into human bowling pins. Slow whiny bowling pins.

That's what Glocks are. High-precision killing machines that scream "Daddy Issues.

Let me make sure I have this straight. The cavalry just now rode into town and it's a Czech Gypsy porn-star zombie killer. Have I got that right?

When you're born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it's not.

I seldom feel trapped by my world. Setting up rules and restrictions is part of the process. It gives your world shape. I always look at these things like haiku: you have to work within certain parameters, but within them, you’re completely free.

Did I hurt your feelings again? Sorry. When this is all over I'll send some flowers to your inner child.

All losers are romantics. It's what keeps us from blowing our brains out.