Hell's Waking Up Every Goddamn Day And

My Sin City Heroes Are Knights In Dirty, Blood-caked Armor. They Bring Justice To A World That Gives Them No Medals, No Praise, No Reward. That World, That City, Often Kills Them For Their Brave Service.

The World Doesn't Make Sense Until You Force It To.

She Doesn't Quite Chop His Head Off. She Makes A Pez Dispenser Out Of Him.

When You Have A Brush In Your Hand, Inking A Beautiful Woman Is A Lot Like Running Your Hands Over Her.

The American Conscience Died With The Kennedys.