The Problem Was Precision, Perfection; The Problem

A Swell Of Gratitude And Appreciation For His Assistant, As Opposed To The Murderous Rage He Felt Toward The Rest Of His Staff

I Don’t Want To Fade Away, I Want To Flame Away - I Want My Death To Be An Attraction, A Spectacle, A Mystery. A Work Of Art.

Stu Walked Bennie Over To Chris In The Chair And Parted His Hair To Reveal Some Tan Little Creatures The Size Of Poppy Seeds Moving Around On His Scalp. Bennie Felt Himself Grow Faint.'lice' The Barber Whispered.'they Get It At School'. 'but He Goes To Private School' Bernie Had Blurted.'in Crandale,new York!

"see," Sasha Muttered, Eyeing The Sun. 'it's Mine."

I Find Myself Thinking More About The Past As I Get Older... Maybe Because There's Just More Of It To Think About. At The Same Time, I'm Less Haunted By It Than I Was As A Younger Person. I Guess That's Probably The Ideal: To Reach A Point Where You Have Access To All Of Your Memories, But You Don't Feel Victimized By Them.