Originally Posted by BoardWalk
Get more air, you can't catch an edge when you're flying.
yeah, but no matter how hard I flap, I still come down eventually. That's when things go bad...
Yeah, that's me, Tracer Bullet. I've got eight slugs in me. One's lead,
the rest bourbon. The drink packs a wallop, and I pack a revolver. I'm
a private eye.