04-10-2011, 04:04 AM
"It's this way, I think." Fritz said pointing behind him. As they walked to the bar, Fritz grabbed a bell hop and shoved his bag to him "Run this up to my suite, room 809." he told him as he let go.
"Let the future tell the truth and evaluate each one according to his work and accomplishments. The present is theirs; the future, for which I really worked, is mine." Nikola Tesla