I Don't Write The Kind

There's Not Much I Dislike More Than Being Addressed As "hey You" And Being Poked With A Finger.

Sookie, My Little Bullet-sucker" Eric, My Big Bullshitter

For Awhile I Taped Soap Operas And Watched Them At Night When I Thought I Might Be Forgetting What It Was Like To Be Human. After A While I Stopped, Because From The Examples I Saw On Those Shows, Forgetting Humanity Was A Good Thing.

Ha," I Said. "oh, Ha-ha. Yeah, ’cause They Love Me. You See How Many Vampires Are Up Here? Zero, Right?" One," Said Eric, Stepping Out Of The Stairwell.

No Matter What Happens In Public—no Matter What—don’t Doubt That I Love You And Care About Your Welfare . . . As Much As I Am Able.