The angels will return. And when you see the one that’s meant to help you, you will weep with joy.

Diane, 11:30am, February 24th. Entering the town of Twin Peaks. It's 5 miles south of the Canadian Border, 12 miles west of the state line. I've never seen so many trees in my life. As W.C. Fields would say, I'd rather be here than Philadelphia. 54 degrees, on a slightly overcast day – weatherman said rain. If you get paid that kind of money for being wrong 60% of the time, you'd be working. Mileage is 79,345, gauge is on reserve – riding on fumes here, I gotta tank up when I get into town."

+rep Through the darkness of future's past, The magician longs to see. One chants out between two worlds... 'Fire... walk with me

-rep, begs for rep

-Rep keeps taking my box hits

-REP too busy getting pounded in the corner