I was just thinking about how good a lie can be. I mean, even the most sincere of people lie once in a while. Lies can buy you time. Lies can make you happy... Reality will come crashing through the door eventually. But for that moment the lie can give meaning to you.

Hmph... this crackhouse is a bar? It smells like dog urine and soap. How the hell do you expect someone to feel comfortable in here?

(Was talking crap about the bar till he say the boss. He then begins to behave.)
I can't afford to slander this place knowing SHE's here! I don't *know* her, but I know who she is. Dana Zane, the Red Comet.