The Truth Is, Immigrants Tend To Be

You Could Stab A Knife Right Through My Heart And You'd Be Too Late.

This Wasn't Any Mere Song And Dance; Here Was A Bold, Blaring Declaration Howling Itself Into The Empty Face Of Death.

After You Hear Even The Shortest Great Story, It Should Fill You With A Little Bit Of Fear.

Give Me Romance. Flash. Give Me Denial.

The Problem With Every Story Is You Tell It After The Fact.