The Only Good Enemy Is A Dead

I Locked The Door, For What Good It Would Do Me, And Went To Bed. The Browning Hi-power Was In Its Second Home, A Modified Holster Strapped To The Headboard Of My Bed. The Crucifix Was Cool Metal Around My Neck. I Was As Safe As I Was Going To Be And Almost Too Tired To Care. I Took One More Thing To Bed With Me, A Stuffed Toy Penguin Named Sigmund. I Don't Sleep With Him Often, Just Every Once In A While After Someone Tries To Kill Me. Everyone Has Their Weaknesses. Some People Smoke. I Collect Stuffed Penguins. If You Won't Tell, I Won't.

Death, Jewelry, Or Magic; It Sounded Like Valentine's Day.

Sometimes Love Isn't About Being Smart. Sometimes It's About Being Stupid Together.

To Know Another's Heart, You Must First Know Your Own.

One Serial Killer Sends Me A Human Head In A Box, And I Get All Spooked; Go Figure.