He Knows That There's No Better Way

Billy Here Has Been Talkin' About Slicin' His Wrists Again, So Is There Seven Of You Guys Who'd Like To Join Him And Make It Therapeutic?

They Did Type Me As A Horror Writer, But I Have Been Able To Do All Sorts Of Things Within That Framework.

We'd Just Shared The Last Beer And Slung The Empty Can Out The Window At A Stop Sign And Were Just Waiting Back To Get The Feel Of The Day, Swimming In That Kind Of Tasty Drowsiness That Comes Over You After A Day Of Going Hard At Something You Enjoy Doing -- Half Sunburned And Half Drunk And Keeping Awake Only Because You Wanted To Savor The Taste As Long As You Could.

But I Tried, Didn't I? Goddamnit, At Least I Did That.

Truth Doesn't Run On Time Like A Commuter Train.