I dress and walk back out to Sam, draping my arms over her shoulders and kissing the side of her face, "I'm headed out. I'll be back. Please...stay off my radio."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask for no guarantees, ask for no security. — Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451