It's The Easiest Thing In

Our Happiest Moments As Tourists Always Seem To Come When We Stumble Upon One Thing While In Pursuit Of Something Else.

Stories Are Like Assholes. Everybody's Got One And Most Of 'em Stink.

Dangerous Thing, Giving Humanity The Knowledge Of Good And Evil. And The Capacity To Make The Wrong Choice More Often Than Not.

This Church Was Open And Seemingly Unattended, And It Was A Throwback In Another Way As Well. The Candles In The Little Side Altars Were Real Ones, Actual Wax Candles That Burned With An Open Flame. Lots Of Churches Have Switched Over To Electrified Altars. You Drop Your Quarter In The Slot And A Flame-shaped Bulb Goes On And Stays On For Your Quarter's Worth Of Time. It's Like A Parking Meter, And If You Stay Too Long They Tow Away Your Soul.

Why On Earth Should I Care Whether People Read Me With Their Eyes Or Their Ears?