I realize this is the Johnson’s baby daughter, all grown up now. A serious piece of ass.

“I’m Cynthia. You remember me?”, she asks, as she looks directly at me, covering her firm breasts with a very low cut bra.

Yeah, I remembered her. My boy used to have the hots for her when they were in High School together. She was over our house quite often in those days.

“I just got back in from Cornell. What’s the matter, cat’s got your tongue?”

With those words, still towel drying her long blond hair, she sits down next to me on the bed.

Lenny was really on top of his game this particular night. He came out on stage as he always did, without a plan....It was one of those times where he became like a channel, having no idea of what was going to come out of his mouth next. So much so that he was constantly surprising and cracking himself up, as if he too was a spectator, sitting amongst the crowd and watching his own performance.

“They were supposed to be here a while ago”. “Hey, I’m just the messenger, Jimmy”. Jimmy lights up a cigarette, opens the driver’s side window a bit. Dylan’s “Knocking On Heavens Door” plays quietly on the car radio. “It’s freezing out there”. Jimmy reaches out to turn up the heat. “Listen, Donny, I’ve got everything riding on this. It’s my last chance. Don’t give me this “messenger” crap. You know better than anyone that you’ve gotta be firm with these guys”. Jimmy leans forward, searches for something beneath his seat. He locates his .44 Magnum, puts it in his right jacket pocket.

"You're just not cut out for this sort of shit", Paul said, as they lifted the corpse out of the trunk of the car.

Joey knew he was right. He held the lifeless man by the legs, Paul at the other end, his hands clutching the body by the sides of it's chest. They carried it until they reached the edge of the cliff, and at the silent count of three swung the recently murdered man down into the river below.

How and why I ended up working for the C.I.A. is a mystery in and of itself...My sole assignment till this very day is to delve into and dissect the mind and motives of the terrorist, specifically those of Middle Eastern descent.

It had reached that point. Maybe you've been there, maybe not. It really doesn't make much of a difference. Call it a mid- life crisis, call it whatever you goddamn well please. All Cliff Robinson knew was that if things didn't change, and change fast, disaster was soon to follow.

His forty-eighth birthday was soon approaching, and he was suffocating. Not just in an allegorical sense, but literally suffocating. He woke up each morning, and in his mind, felt the need to tell himself to breathe. Things might have gone just fine without this daily reminder, but Cliff, as he thought upon awakening every day, was not about to roll the dice with his life on the line.

Alone in his car, driving South on the New Jersey Turnpike on this Sunday morning, he could not stop his mind from racing. Childhood memories flooded his thoughts. Before one episode had run it's course, another one vividly rose up in his minds eye to replace it. He was in a trance like state. In just an hour or so, he would see a father he had neither seen nor spoken to for over fifteen years.

Now who truly knows what drives a man to act as he does? All I can say is that for the most part, I am constantly baffled by human behavior. It could just be that I am lacking in wisdom and understanding. Let's take the case of one Jimmy Fallon... It was the seemingly abrupt change in his personality that really threw them for a loop...And that's when things got, well, a little strange, to say the least.

There was much speculation that Sam, while working all sorts of odd jobs over the past few years, was going to surprise us all with a newly finished manuscript...It was his depth of thought, his uncanny knack of seeing the symbolism in things that flew over the rest of our heads, and his ability to think outside-the-box. These were the qualities that we believed made him the most likely one of the gang to produce a masterpiece in our lifetimes... So it was with more than a little anticipation that we settled into our chairs to begin our monthly game.