Something like this has been building up for awhile. Perp doesn’t care that the cops will figure it out fairly quickly. Guy won’t likely be taken alive.

Somehow, the fact that she writes fairly well makes this so much worse.

Depressed Prince of Bel-Air.

Megan Trainor and sketchers is weirdly perfect. Both are mildly irritating, but you learn to half tolerate if you work in food service long enough; both are things you forget about until you walk by an outlet mall in the suburbs.

She did good. But not great?