I've Been A Storyteller All My Life.

He Was Like Superman, But With Fangs And Oddly Impaired Morals.

She Crawled On Top Of Him, Naked And Warm And Soft, Smelling Like A Miracle That Had Saved Him From A Lifetime Of Aloneness.

See You Tomorrow,” He Said, Instead. “all Right.” Then, Impulsively, I Asked, “do You Have A Place To Sleep Tonight?” “sure,” He Said With A Smile, And Started Off As If He Had Somewhere To Be. I Could Have Bitten Off My Tongue Because I Pushed Him Into A Lie. Once He Started Lying To Me, It Would Be Harder To Get Him To Trust Me With The Truth. I Don’t Know Why It Works That Way, But It Does—at Least In My Experience.

Time Was Such An Odd Thing. One Moment You Could Talk To Someone, Then Suddenly, They Were Gone.

A Man Says A Lot Of Things In Summer He Doesn't Mean In Winter.