Usually Writer's Block Arises When Something Is

And I'm Sure Than In Poland, Or Somewhere, It Is Considered Cool To Drive A Porsche And Wear Necklaces And Black Silk, But At Least Back In Brooklyn If You Did Those Things You Were Either A Drug Dealer Or From New Jersey.

You'll Blow Up A Helicopter, But You Won't Go Out With Me? What Is Wrong With You?

There’s No Accountability Anymore, Pierce, No One Holds Anyone Accountable For What They Do. It’s Always Someone Else’s Fault. Usually People Just Blame The Victim.

But I Let It Slide, Because, Hello, Hot Guy.

Okay, Yeah, He Staggered Back And Fell Into The Condiments. Big Deal. There Wasn't Any Blood. I Didn't Even Get Him In The Face. He Saw My Fist Coming, And At The Last Minute He Ducked, So Instead Of Punching Him In The Nose, Like I Intended, I Ended Up Punching Him In The Neck. I Highly Doubt It Even Left A Bruise.