Sometimes Broken People Stay Broken.

A Second Floor Window Opened, And Kyle Stuck His Head And Shoulders Out So He Could Look Down At Us. “if You Two Are Finished Playing Cowboy And Indian Out There, Some Of Us Would Like To Get Their Beauty Sleep.” I Looked At Warren. “you Heard ‘um Kemo Sabe. Me Go To My Little Wigwam And Get ‘um Shut-eye.” “how Come You Always Get To Play The Indian?” Whined Warren, Deadpan. “cause She’s The Indian, White Boy,” Said Kyle.

Being A Martyr Is Highly Overrated.

For The Traditional Fantasies, A Lot More Of My Research Comes From Reading Rather Than Doing. I Like My Worlds To Feel Real, So I Do A Lot Of World Building Research.

All Change Brings Bad Things And Good Things To Replace The Bad And Good Things That Were Before. It Is Natural To Look Back And Say It Was Better Before—but That Does Not Make It True. Different Is Not Worse. It Is Just Different.

Why Is It That All Cars Are Women? Because They're Fussy And Demanding.