Keys Show Up When You Reconcile Yourself

"you Are Fairly Smart," I Said After A While. "you Are Fairly Good At Compliments," He Answered.

I Am Concussed," I Announced, Entirely Sure Of My Self-diagnosis.

Chuck Parson Did Not Participate In Organized Sports, Because To Do So Would Distract From His Larger Goal Of His Life: To One Day Be Convicted Of Murder

I Have Guts, Just Not When It Counts.

Remember That Time In The Minivan, Twenty Minutes Ago, When We Didn't Die?