You Had Evil Inside You, And You

The Detective Was Different. Not That He Wasn't A Good Man; Willie Had Heard Enough About Him To Understand That He Was The Kind Who Didn't Like To Turn Away From Another's Pain, The Kind Who Couldn't Put A Pillow Over His Ears To Drown Out The Cries Of Strangers. Those Scars He Had Were Badges Of Courage, And Willie Knew That There Were Others Hidden Beneath His Clothes, And Still More Deep Inside, Right Beneath The Skin And Down To The Soul. No, It Was Just That Whatever Goodness Was There Coexisted With Rage And Grief And Loss.

We All Have Our Routines," He Said Softly."but They Must Have A Purpose And Provide An Outcome That We Can See And Take Some Comfort From, Or Else They Have No Use At All. Without That, They Are Like The Endless Pacings Of A Caged Animal. If They Are Not Madness Itself, Then They Are A Prelude To It.

Once Upon A Time – For That Is How All Stories Should Begin – There Was A Boy Who Lost His Mother.

The Us Dollar Is Our Currency But Your Problem.

And David Saw Himself Reflected In The Woodsman's Eyes, And There He Was No Longer Old But A Young Man, For A Man Is Always His Father's Child No Matter How Old He Is Or How Long They Have Been Apart.