My dear, You talk to me of the edge, wanting my opinion. Well then, let’s ponder together. What is the edge? Where is the edge? There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. The others- the living- are those who pushed their luck as far as they felt they could handle it, and then pulled back, or slowed down, or did whatever they had to when it came time to...

My dear, When people are stressed, mad, confused, jealous, envious, sad, distrustful, tired as hell (and completely sober!); how can they possibly tell the truth? Falsely yours, Hunter S....