Love Didn't Grow Very Well In A

I Wasn't A Social Drinker. I Used To Say That I Didn't Want To Go To Bars Because They Were Full Of Assholes Like Me.

Life Was A Wheel, Its Only Job Was To Turn, And It Always Came Back To Where It Started.

Death, But Not For You, Gunslinger. Never For You. You Darkle. You Tinct. May I Be Brutally Frank? You Go On.

The Bad Ideas Kind Of Just Drop Out Of The Mix. You Forget About Them. The Good Ones Stick Around.

Even The Company Of The Mad Was Better Than The Company Of The Dead.