In A City This Size, Every Year,

Give Me Rampant Intellectualism As A Coping Mechanism.

More Than One Side? You're Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Jackass!

In A City This Size, Every Year, Hundreds Of Husbands Walk Away. Kids Leave Home. Wives Escape. People Disappear.

I Suppose It’s Comfort, Perhaps A Sense Of Self-control, Doing Worse Things To Yourself Than The World Will Ever Dare Inflict.

Nothing Of Me Is Original. I Am The Combined Effort Of Everyone I've Ever Known.