You Think You Know Someone. But Mostly

I Remember An Era When You Could Get Your Nose Sliced Off For Sticking It Too Far Into Another Man's Business. Now You Can Find Out Anything About Anyone With The Click Of A Button. There Is No Privacy And No Consideration, And Everyone Is Prying Into Things That Aren't Their Affair. You Can Probably Check On The Intertube And Find Out What Color Underwear I Have On Today.

Well. That's Helpful. We'll Put An Apb Out On The Gingerbread Man. I'm Not Hopeful It'll Do Us Much Good, Though. Word On The Street Is You Can't Catch Him.

Pick A Sin We Can Both Live With, Is What I Ask.

I Felt Like It Needed Some Color Down There, So I Painted The Walls With The Motherfucker.

Terror Is The Desire To Save Your Own Ass, But Horror Is Rooted In Sympathy.