And He Says I Have Lousy Timing

Love And Hate. Same Passion. Same Impulse

Urban Survival Rule 22: Never Annoy An Armed Man.

Your Mother Sets You Up Blind Dates? With Guys Like That?" The Corners Of His Mouth Twitched. "she Doesn't Like You Very Much, Does She?

He Was Tall And Scrawny With A Face That Could Be Mistaken With Keith Richards On A Bad Day.

I Hear Voices. A Shout. A Laugh. Clay's Laugh. I Strained To See Through The Night. Fog Had Rolled In From Lake Ontario, But I Could Hear Him Laughing. The Concrete Turned To Grass. The Fog Wasn't From The Lake, But From A Pond. Our Pond. I Was At Stonehaven, Bounding Through The Back Acres. Clay Was Running Ahead Of Me.