by Brian McCloskey
You owe it to yourself to live a little, Harry. Here’s looking at you. Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition. Back to the drawing board. Didn’t they do well? Man overboard. A thrill man. I ham a good hegg. It’s a lonely way, the life of the necromancer. I’ve gone out the window. And you’re acting like an asshole. Please Mr. Battery God. Who might you be? Love does not end. Live by your heart if you would live forever. Sister, I don’t mind shooting ‘em for ya, but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna sweat over ‘em for ya. What makes me clumsy is absence of pleasure. I’m not the man I thought I was. Are you a man? Fill your boots up.