“And if they call our bluff?” Ed asked.
“I’ll frame him for drug possession,” Neil shrugged.
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November 8, 2008
As the vehicle rolled away, Joe stared out of the window at his home. As they turned onto the pavement, past the mailbox, Joe couldn’t help but think: this is the farthest I’ve been from home in over six years.
November 1, 2008
“A rescue, hm? This one probably won’t work either. At least you didn’t try to climb through the ventilation ducts like those other idiots.”
October 25, 2008
“Do you know where to find Perfection?” Charlie asked one young woman.
“Yes,” she said, “I can take you there.”
October 18, 2008
“I will hunt you down. You will pay child support. The next administration will find you. “
October 11, 2008
I have to be asleep, yet awake. I must be conscious, but not lucid. This is going to take some practice.
October 4, 2008
“We’ve done extensive research at the museum, comparing his writing style and Snowball’s and we have come to the conclusion that Snowball wrote that story and Hemingway just published it for her.”
September 27, 2008
It was difficult to pin down when Harold first started falling behind. Perhaps he had been doing it for years, slipping back little by little as each lost fraction of time accumulated; or perhaps it really had started suddenly.
September 20, 2008
I’m going to sit here and wait for the electricity to come back on so I can mail this. It usually comes on briefly in the middle of the night. Love you tons and tons, Mom
September 13, 2008
“My mom also said that this was something important that was lost after it happened, something that could maybe tell me more about what life was like before. Is it true?”
September 6, 2008
“A businessman carries a ballpoint, a teacher carries a pencil, but a lawyer, a successful lawyer, carries a pen like it’s a goddamn samurai sword.”
August 30, 2008
“I’ll remember that song even after 100 years in the Prince’s bed,” she whispered in his ear. “Even after I die.”
August 23, 2008
“The meek shall inherit the Earth,” he whispered. “Then sell it for profit.”