The Person In This Picture Is Really

You Know What The Crummiest Feeling You Can Have Is? To Hate The Person You Love The Best In The World.

I Have No Idea Why I Write. The Old Standards Are: I Like To Express My Feelings, Stretch My Imagination, Earn Money.

Get Smart And Nothing Can Touch You.

You Take Up For Your Buddies, No Matter What They Do. When You're A Gang, You Stick Up For The Members. If You Don't Stick Up For Them, Stick Together, Make Like Brothers, It Isn't A Gang Anymore. It's A Pack. A Snarling, Distrustful, Bickering Park Like The Socs In Their Social Clubs Or The Street Gangs In New York Or The Wolves In The Timber.

Johnny Almost Grinned As He Nodded. "tuff Enough," He Managed, And By The Way His Eyes Were Glowing, I Figured Southern Gentlemen Had Nothing On Johnny Cade.