I am satisfied, upon reading the 911 tapes . . . the charge of manslaughter cannot be sustained,

[In the 911 call Grayston made around 3:40 a.m. that day, he said:] He was going to blow my brains out, ... He wouldn't let go of the gun. He just pulled a gun on me.

The deceased, while he and the accused were drinking together . . . began handling a shotgun,

I've always enjoyed reading lyrics, trying to do them more than just lyrics, trying to have some more meaning in them. I know a lot of people are just happy to have a kind of broken word lyrics. I just wonder why, there's no reason why they can't at least attempt to do something a bit better.

There are two types of encryption: one that will prevent your sister from reading your diary and one that will prevent your government.

My writing works best when I remember that bookish child who adored reading and gear the work toward him.