And once again I found myself wondering, as I drifted off to stunned and unbelieving sleep:How do these terrible things always happen to me?

“...being torn apart by far too many loyalties that could not possibly live toge…”

“How bad could things be if my hair was neat?”

“Mutilated corpses with a chance of afternoon showers. I got dressed and went to…”

“This was Miami, after all. People come home every day to find their TVs gone, t…”