She Pulled Down The Blanket And Aimed

Charlie Had Sophie Strapped To His Chest Like A Terrorist Baby Bomb When He Came Down The Back Steps. She Had Just Gotten To The Point Where She Could Hold Up Her Head, So He Had Strapped Her In Face-out So She Could Look Around. The Way Her Arms And Legs Waved Around As Charlie Walked, She Looked As If She Was Skydiving And Using A Skinny Nerd As A Parachute.

Oh, I Get It," I Said. "it's A Parable. Cute. Let's Go Eat.

I Think There Was Always Some Scrawny Dreamer Sitting At The Edge Of The Firelight, Who Had The Ability To Imagine Dangers, To Look Into The Future In His Imagination And See Possibilities, And Therefore Survived To Pass His Genes On To The Next Generation.

San Francisco Is A Breathtakingly Beautiful City, With Lots Of Great Contrasts Between Dark And Light, Often Overlapping Each Other. It's A Great Setting For A Horror Story.

Hope Is Bulletproof, Truth Just Hard To Hit