People Think They Own Time. They Have

I Decided To Write Short Stories Because They Got Rejected Quicker.

I Wonder Why We Always Deny Love. I Remember In Middle School, If You Were Accused Of The Crime Of Loving, You Screamed Denials Constantly And Stopped Ever Even Looking At The Boy You Were Accused Of Liking. The Boys Could Destroy Each Other By Yodeling, "an-drew Lo-oves Jen-nie," And Both Andrew And Jennie Would Flinch And Blush. Love Is This Great Thing That Most Songs And Books And Poems And Lives Are All About. So The Minute We Actually Think There Might Be Love Around, We Start Laughing And Pretending And Hiding From It.

When In Doubt, Shut Up.

People Nearly Always Believe, And Are Willing To Back It Up With Weapons And Cruelty, That Their Religion And Way Of Life Is Better Than The Other Person's

I Approach Serious Subjects, And I Like To Have The Good Guys Win And Have The Parents Among The Good Guys