You Can't Argue With Math, Carter. You'll

Today Should Always Be Outlawed In Favor Of Tomorrow

Phillip Look Into Ray's Eyes. He Saw Compassion And Hope. And He Saw Himself Mirrored Back, Bleeding In A Dirty Gutter On A Street Where Life Was Worth Less Than A Dime Bag. Sick, Tired, Petrified, Phillip Dropped His Head Into His Hands. "what's The Point?" "you're The Point, Son." Ray Ran His Hand Over Phillip's Hair. "you're The Point.

People In Hell Want Snowcones.

Love Can Really Screw You Up Before You Learn To Live With It.

Decisions Made Quickly Were Almost Always Regretted Quickly.