There Is No Cash In Battling Evil:

I Am Not Attempting To Preserve Culture, Or Record Actual Events Or Stories. Instead I Bow My Head In Gratitude To Those Storytellers Who Have Gone Before And Paved A Way For Me Play In Their Stomping Grounds. Doubtless Those Who Want To Be Offended, Will - Allowing Me To Make Them Happy, Too, Which Pleases Me As Much As It Pleases Them.

I Was In The Middle Of A Dream About Garbage Cans And Frogs - Don't Ask, And I Won't Tell.

Trouble Seems To Follow Me Around, Waiting To Club Me With A Tire Iron.

Do You Have Any Idea How Much I Love You?” He Asked. ”enough To Accept My Apologies?” I Suggested In A Small Voice. ”heck No,” He Said, And Pushed Off From The Wall, Stalking Forward. When He Reached Me, He Put His Hands Up And Touched The Sides Of My Neck With The Tips Of His Fingers – As If I Were Something Fragile. ”no Apologies From You,” He Told Me, His Voice Soft Enough To Melt My Knees And Most Of My Other Parts.

There Is No Cash In Battling Evil: Just The Opposite In My Experience