A Wrongdoing Doesn't Give Us The Right

Sometimes Kindness Can Be Delivered In A Clumsy Way.

Somehow I Had To Turn The Salted Peanuts In The Cigar Box Into Petits Fours.

I Leapt Eagerly Into Books. The Characters’ Lives Were So Much More Interesting Than The Lonely Heartbeat Of My Own.

He Threw His Burning Cigarette Onto Our Clean Living Room Floor And Ground It Into The Wood With His Boot. We Were About To Become Cigarettes.

Decisions, They Shape Our Destiny.