My Bodyguard Was Mowing The Lawn In

I Felt Like A Car That Had Only Been Operated By One Driver… A Car Its New Prospective Buyer Was Determined To Take To The Daytona 500.

Leave The Girl Alone, Clete, And Let's Get Back On The Road," The Tall Driver Said, And His Voice Had That "i'm Done With You" Edge To It. "i Don't Know Who This Guy Is, But I Don't Think He Changes Into A Nutria.

I Love Him," I Said, But Even To My Own Ears I Didn't Sound Happy About It.

I'm Supposed To Be A Christian, But Most Days I Don't Feel Like I Can Even Presume To Say That About Myself Any Longer. I Have A Lot Of Mad Left Over. When I Can't Sleep, I Think About The Other People Who Didn't Care How Much Pain And Trouble They Caused Me. And I Think About How Good I'd Feel If They Died.

Sookie, My Little Bullet-sucker" Eric, My Big Bullshitter