It was two in the morning when my eyes stopped on a man who stepped out of a bar in a ..., he was inebriated. His short steps and his sideward rocking movements gave it away in an instant. Then, I walked home, satisfied with my night of studying.

What do you do when ink soaks through a magazine, when the law is on your trail, when your nose won’t stop dripping, and when you want to become mayor?

What's the difference between a well dressed man on a unicycle and a poorly dressed man on a bike?

Once defined by a logical man as repetition with expected change, The common man may describe me as behaviour that is strange, Criminals may use to me to plea unsoundness of mind, But the clinical community have left this term long behind

I'm one for a coverup, but I am no swimsuit. When truth's hard to handle, I trim and dilute.