Nights...

...and even though no courtroom he's in would ever have to ask him to repeat a statement, Riley seldom has to bow over to be heard.

In the non-stop, hedonistic mood of the city, Twist employed their ususal gaggle of midgets for the yearly Warsaw Ballroom party.

Over and over--perhaps because of the problems of others--I ask, "Should I feel guilty for living this way?" Is an over-riding urge to see a drag queen jump through a hoop of fire be the inspriation to get out of bed? If I could have my wish and produce mock sea battles, would we be better for such an action or condemned? Does seeing homeless freaks dressed in pink dresses with hand-made sun hats make me complement them sincerely? Will I be gobbled up by all of this?

So many questions.