Some stories, you use up. Others use you up.

“My feet walked me down the aisle of the Greyhound bus, all the way to the back.…”

“It's my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exis…”

“Not that I’m crazy or anything, I just want some proof that death isn’t the end…”

“Give me passion.Flash.Give me joy.Flash.Give me youth and energy and innocence …”