It Is Hard To Think

Pretty Soon The Only People Left Without A Girlfriend Will Be Me And Wendell The School Janitor, And He Smells Like Windex." "at Least You Know He's Still Available.

I Mean, Is There A Chance For Me? To Have Another Life After This, A Better One?

To My Son, If You Are Reading This Letter, Then I Am Dead.

He Carried A Pipe In His Left Hand, And As He Examined Will At His Leisure, He Exhaled Sending A Cloud Of Sweet-smelling, Cough-induced Smoke. 'finally Broke Down And Admitted You're In Love With Me, Have You?'he Inquired Of Will. 'i Do Enjoy These Suprise Midnight Declarations.' He Leaned Against The Doorway And Waved A Languid Ringed Hand. "go Along, Have At It.

Life Is A Book And There Are A Thousand Pages I Have Not Yet Read.