If my mental map was right, we were heading down to Fisherman's Wharf.
Sometimes love will pick you up by the short hairs...and jerk the heck out of you.
Deeds, not words shall speak me.
I wanted to flag you down because my friend was bleeding. Someone stabbed him."
I have come to the conclusion that politics are too serious a matter to be left to the politicians.
The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.
Laughter is supposed to be the best medicine, however, it should never be at the expense of someone?s feelings or ignoring truth.