There's A Small Possibility That I Might

When People Ask What You Do, Tell Them You're A Writer. Put Yourself On The Line. Make A Commitment.

I Received Rejection Letters For Ten Years (one On A Napkin, Written In Crayon.) I Had All My Rejection Notices Stored In A Box. When The Box Was Finally Full I Took It To The Curb And Set It On Fire. The Next Day I Went Out And Got A Temp Job.

I Can Give You A Better 'and Then'," Ranger Said.

Good Thing He's Dead," Lula Said, "or That Would Have Hurt Like The Devil.

One Of The Men Gave Butch A Bunch Of Volts With A Stun Gun. The Rangeman Didn’t Move Fast Enough, And Butch Grabbed The Gun And Threw It Across The Room. “hunh,” Rangeman Guy Said. “yeah,” I Said. “been There, Done That.” “are You Sure He’s Human?” “maybe You Could Hook A Chain To The Flexicuffs On His Ankles And Drag Him Behind Your Car,” I Said. “we Tried That Once, And Ranger Didn’t Like It,” The Guy Said. “you Do Something Twice That Ranger Doesn’t Like, And You’re Out Of A Job And Damaged.