There Was Nothing, Nothing To Depend On.

Like So Many Before Them, They Didn't Care That My Dad Was Only The Messenger. They Still Wanted To Shoot Him.

Once, I Was Easy. Now, I Was Choosy. See? Big Difference.

Editing Is Hard But Nowhere Near As Tough As Facing That Blank Page And Blinking Cursor Each Day. You're All Alone And No One Else Can Do It. At Least With Editing You Have Someone In The Trench With You.

So Finally, I Decided That The Best Response — The Safest — Was None At All.

When You Had To Do Something, You Had To Do It. And Eventually, If You Were Lucky, You Did It Well.