That Disapproving Look Was Back In Her

I Think Like A Detective.

Some Days You Go Bear Hunting And You Get Eaten. Some Days You Come Home With A Nice Rug To Roll Around On, And Bear Steaks. What They Don't Tell You As A Kid Is That Sometimes You Get The Rug And Steaks, But You Also Get Some Nice Scars To Go With Them. As A Child You Don't Understand That You Can Win, But That's It's Not Always Worth The Price. Once You Understand And Accept That Possibility You Become A Real Grown Up, And The World Becomes A Much More Serious Place. Not Less Fun, But Once You Realize What Can Go Wrong, It's A Lot Scarier To Go Hunting "bears".

I'd Killed Him In The End, But Revenge Only Makes Things All Better In The Movies. In Real Life, Once The Villain Is Dead The Trauma Lives On Inside The Victims.

She Stared Up At Me, And There Was Something In Her Eyes, Something That Said We Finally Had An Understanding. She Was Afraid Of Me, And Sometimes That’s The Best You Can Do With People. I’d Tried Kindness. I’d Tried Friendship. I’d Tried Respect. But When All Else Fails, Fear Will Do The Job.

The Truth May Not Set You Free, But Used Carefully, It Can Confuse The Hell Out Of Your Enemies.