My Wife Says I'm Only Comfortable When

I, However, Like Black. It Is A Color That Makes Me Comfortable And The Color With Which I Have The Most Experience. In The Darkest Darkness, All Is Black. In The Deepest Hole, All Is Black. In The Terror Of My Addicted Mind, All Is Black. In The Empty Periods Of My Lost Memory, All Is Black. I Like Black, Goddammit, And I Am Going To Give It Its Due.

I Skip The Introduction. If The Book Goes In The Trash, I Want It To Go Because Of My Thoughts On It, Not Because Of Some Asshole's Thoughts Who Wrote The Introduction.

The Los Angeles Air Pollution Control Board Is Established In 1946 In An Effort To Discover The Cause Of The Brown Cloud Hanging Over The City And Decide How To Combat And Disperse It. In 1949, After Intense Lobbying From Both The Automobile And Oil Industries, And Against The Recommendations And Position Of The Los Angeles Air Pollution Control Board, The Public Rail System, Which At One Time Was The Largest In The World, And Still Serves A Majority Of The City's Population, Is Decommissioned And Torn Out. It Is Replaced By A Small Fleet Of Buses.

She Made Me Feel Better Than I Have Ever Felt, Better Than I Imagined I Could Feel, And It Scared Me, It Scared Me To The Point Of Paralysis.

I Just Think It's A Great World To Tell Stories In, To Tell Cool Stories: Money, Sex, Fame, And Scandal. Those Are Great Subject Matters To Work With.