Are Parrots Trying To Tell Us Something?

What are we doing that’s making them throw out f bombs?

Reno? Really?

Gamble on This, Champ

The more things change

The less change we get

Sometimes, Then

I’m old, Cooter swore to himself as he made his way down cobblestoned alleys in a village hacked out of the fourteen century. Fuck.

Keep Your Cars out of Manhattan

Because that traffic you hate? It’s YOU!

Gravity of the Situation

Because down is down

Art Pour L’Art’s Sake

ce n’est pas un subtitle

Things You Will Never See Me Doing

You read it here.

No Brother. I Cannot Lend A Hand.

Because I shot mine so I wouldn’t have to go. Like You Did.

I’m sorry, Harper

An apology to my partner in brevity