I've Never Lost My Capacity To Be

Violence Wounds The Body And It Wounds The Soul. Of The Predator. Of The Prey. Of The Mourners. Of Collective Humanity. It Diminishes Us All.

Ben Locked His Eyes On Mine For A Long Moment. Then, “how?” “how Do You Think?” I Smiled, Then Slapped Him Full Across The Face

Why Do All Your Brilliant Ideas Involve Felonies?

Everyone’s Gone Mad, Typing To Themselves All Day Long Like Mindless Robots.

Fine. Everybody Wears Seatbelts. No Radio. No Distractions.” Ben Shot Hi A Stern Look. “no Running Commentary.” “your Loss,” Hi Said. “to The Pimp Ride!