Writer's Were Supposed To Be A Litte

Johnny Almost Grinned As He Nodded. "tuff Enough," He Managed, And By The Way His Eyes Were Glowing, I Figured Southern Gentlemen Had Nothing On Johnny Cade.

Some Are Going, Some Are Staying....i'm In Between.

All Of A Sudden It Felt Like People Were Peering Over My Shoulder, Wondering What I Would Write Next. I Was Blocked For Four Years.

Rat Race Is The Perfect Name For It,' She Said. 'we're Always Going And Going And Going, And Never Asking Where. Did You Ever Hear Of Having More Than You Wanted? So That You Couldn't Want Anything Else And Then Started Looking For Something Else To Want? It Seems Like We're Always Searching For Something To Satisfy Is, And Never Finding It. Maybe If We Could Lose Our Cool We Would.

We Had Played A Kid's Version Of Gang Fighting Called "civil War," And Then Later We Had Got In On The Real Thing, We Fought With Chains And We Fought Barefisted And We Fought Socs And We Fought Other Grease Gangs. It Was A Normal Childhood.