kenkantor: Truth comes in the crudest of guises.
kenkantor: And one more for the road.
kenkantor: But I know what I like.
kenkantor: 再见.
kenkantor: I guess a hot dog on a stick is compelling.
kenkantor: Outside the palace garage.
kenkantor: I knew then there would be no returns.
kenkantor: I guess this is goodbye.
kenkantor: The shooting star.
kenkantor: The look of love.
kenkantor: No sooner gone than remembered.
kenkantor: God.
kenkantor: I'll be back next time.