A Guy Who Hates His Job Isn't

Advice: Don’t Wait Until Someone You Have Issues With — Especially Someone You’re Related To — Gets Shot Before You Work It Out.

When My Son, Jack, Was Four, I Had To Make A Trip To Los Angeles. I Asked Him If He Was Going To Miss Me. 'not So Much,' Jack Told Me. 'you're Not Going To Miss Me?' I Said. Jack Shook His Head, And He Said, 'love Means You Can Never Be Apart.

Actually, I'd Already Briefed Him, Early This Morning. Since We Were Up At Six. Since, At Six, The Nurse Had Been Overcome With The Overwhelming Compulsion To Take Fang's Temperature Right Then.

I Don't Damsel Well. Distress, I Can Do. Damseling? Not So Much.

Bombs Are Good. I Love Bombs."--iggy