It's Because You're Always Fighting Sentiment. You're

People Just... Disappear," He Says. "the Earth Just Opens Up And Swallows People," I Say, Some What Sadly, Checking My Rolex. "eerie." Kimball Yawns, Stretching. "really Eerie." "ominous." I Nod My Agreement. "it's Just"- He Sights, Exasperated- "futile.

The Seals Stupidly Dive Off Rocks Into Swirling Black Water, Barking Mindlessly. The Zookeepers Feed Them Dead Fish. A Crowd Gathers Around The Tank, Mostly Adults, A Few Accompanied By Children. On The Seals' Tank A Plaque Warns: Coins Can Kill——if Swallowed, Coins Can Lodge In An Animal's Stomach And Cause Ulcers, Infections And Death. Do Not Throw Coins In The Pool. So What Do I Do? Toss A Handful Of Change Into The Tank When None Of The Zookeepers Are Watching. It's Not The Seals I Hate——it's The Audience's Enjoyment Of Them That Bothers Me.

Unless You're The Director On The Movie, Or Putting Up The Money For The Movie, You Really Don't Have A Lot Of Control.

History Is Sinking And Only A Very Few Seem Dimly Aware That Things Are Getting Bad.

I Want To Moan And Writhe With You And I Want To Go Up To You And Kiss Your Mouth And Pull You To Me And Say "i Love You I Love You I Love You" While Stripping. I Want You So Bad It Stings.