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*** JESUS SAVES.So says the sign. I wonder. Is it the sign or the sign putter-upper who has such intimate knowledge..

*** I bought a fake Rolex in New York City the night of December 31st. I wasn’t even drunk. I was cold. Manhatta..

*** Not black! The pair stands alone, naked, without power, two words uttered by a professional liar, neck deep..

*** C’mon. Get real. The saints don’t march, neither coming in nor going out. I doubt the anointed of Go..

*** One dark night I lay down on the tracks, twisted wires around my ankles, connected wire to steel, steeled myself f..

*** I wasn’t born with the skill set needed to climb the Matterhorn, or with the flow of cash requested by the..

*** Little things make a morning: coffee, or hot tea, scrambled eggs, a bagel- but the paper isn’t de..

*** Midnight is the cruelest hour, being the hour of an elder’s death, while a future lies still and silent, bordering on ..

*** Don’t look down when down is in the dumps, when you’re feeling like the rump of the world, a ham or slice..

*** My teacher, Mrs. Barron, was aptly named - old enough even then to have been a baron’s bride, the ceremony like..