Frankly, I Could Use A Little Sugarcoating.

Closing My Eyes Doesn't Help. Fire Burns Brighter In The Darkness.

And She's My Fiancee. So If You Want To Get To Him, Expect To Go Through Both Of Us.

I Go To The Saltwater And Wash Off The Blood, Trying To Decide Which I Hate More, Pain Or Itching. Fed Up, I Stomp Back Onto The Beach, Turn My Face Upward And Snap, "hey, Haymitch, If You're Not Too Drunk, We Could Use A Little Something For Our Skin." It's Almost Funny How Quickly The Parachute Appears Above Me. I Reach Up And The Tube Lands Squarely In My Open Hand. "about Time" I Say, But I Can't Keep The Scowl On My Face. Haymitch. What I Wouldn't Give For Five Minutes Of Conversation With Him.

Eyes On The Forest, Not On The Trees.

While I Was Waiting...i Ate Your Lunch.