I Don't Smile As Much As I

Fang Looked At The Newest Bird Kid. Dylan Was An Inch Or Two Taller Than He Was, And Somewhat Heavier Built, Though He Still Had The Long, Lean Look Of A Human-avian Hybrid-you Couldn't Make Bricks Fly.

There's No Such Thing As A Kid Who Hates Reading. There Are Kids Who Love Reading, And Kids Who Are Reading The Wrong Books.

Just For Fun I Flew In Huge Banking Arcs, Taking Deep Breaths, Enjoying The Feel Of My Newly Weightless Hair. The Stylist Had Called It “wind Tossed.” If Only She Knew.

Right Now, America Looks Like A Fatheaded, Shortsighted, Gas-guzzling Arrogant Blowhard To The Rest Of The World.

Yes," I Said. "my Name Is Seven-five-nine-nine-three-nine-ex-dash-one. Junior.