Larry's Zombie Bag Was A Nearly Virulent

If You Keep A Gun In Your Purse, You Get Killed, Because No Woman Can Find Anything In Her Purse In Under Twelve Minutes. It's A Rule.

I'd Made Sure I Knew His Name. You Shouldn't Ask People To Die For You If You Don't At Least Know Their Name.

Larry Had Brought Me Blue Jeans, A Red Polo Shirt, Jogging Socks, My White Nikes, An Extra Cross From My Suitcase, The Silver Knives, The Firestar Complete With Inner Pants Holster, And The Browning And Its Shoulder Holster. He'd Forgotten A Bra, But Hey, Except For That It Was Perfect.

I'm Learning That You Have To Make Time For What's Important. You Have To Fight To Carve Little Pieces Of Happiness Out Of Your Life, Or The Everyday Emergencies Will Eat Up Everything.

Sometimes It's Not The Optimist You Need, But Another Pessimist To Walk Beside You And Know, Absolutely Know, That The Sound In The Dark Is A Monster, And It Really Is As Bad As You Think. Did That Sound Hopeless? It Didn't Feel Hopeless. It Felt Reassuring. It Felt - Real.