Only A Fool Worries Over What He

That Was Another Lesson I Had Learned Perhaps Too Well: People Meant Pain.

I Also Felt Guilty About The Three Pens I'd Stolen, But Only For A Second. And Since There Was No Convenient Way To Give Them Back, I Stole A Bottle Of Ink Before I Left.

Beer Dulls A Memory, Brand Sets It Burning, But Wine Is The Best For A Sore Heart's Yearning.

Truth Is A Troublesome Motherfucker Unless It's Handled Properly

There Are Few Things As Nauseating As Pure Obedience.