I don’t feel the sickness yet, but it’s in the post. That’s for sure. I’m in the junkie limbo at the moment. Too ill to sleep. Too tired to stay awake, but the sickness is on its way. Sweat, chills, nausea. Pain and craving. A need like nothing else I’ve ever known will soon take hold of me. It’s on its way.

Jericho: Pilot

Look, I know that you’re telling people that is was an accident, an I hope it was, but if it was an attack, Sheriff and there’s chaos out there, you might not want the wrong people to know that Jericho is still here.

Villainy Wears many masks, none so dangerous as the mask of virtue