I've Finally Reached A Stage In My

There’s Always Tomorrow.” “exactly,” She Said, Finishing Off Her First Doughnut, Selecting A Second. Maybe She Wouldn’t Starve To Death, She Decided. Maybe She’d Eat Herself Into Obesity And Explode. Death By Doughnut.

I Go To Bars And Restaurants, And I Sit And I Eavesdrop On People And I Watch People In Shopping Centers And, You Know, I Read The Newspapers And I Talk To The Trenton Cops, And I Just Get A Lot Of Information That Comes In That Somehow Turns Into A Book.

On The Bright Side, I'm Sure This Isn't The Last Time You'll Ever Get Firebombed, So Maybe You'll Have Better Luck Next Time.

I Wasn't Dating Anyone. I Was Fornicating With Batman.

I'd Hate To List Our Specialties. Wreck Cars, Eat Doughnuts, Create Mayhem.