I happened to gaze into the wetlands and saw seven doe, looking at me like I was crazy. It would have made a nice Christmas card as a little snow was softly falling as they trotted off.
"Imagine you’re a deer. Ya prancin’ along, ya get thirsty, ya spot a little brooke. Ya put ya little deer lips down to the cool clear water. BAM! A fucking bullet rips off part of your head, ya brains are layin’ on the ground in little bloody pieces. Now I ask ya, would ya give a fuck what kinda pants the son of a bitch who shot ya was wearing???"
"I got news for you. If it wasn't for the toilet, there would be no books." --- George Costanza.
