Dad Kept Us Out Of

Sometimes The Right Choice Seems Great At The Moment, But Then Suddenly It's As If Somebody Detonated A Suicide Bomb.

But You Can't Focus On Things That Matter If All You've Been Is Asleep For Forty Years. Funny How Sleep Rhymes With Sheep. You Know.

I've Always Been A Little Skittish About Death. On Certain Days I'm Okay With It. On Other Days It's Like, "really? I Have To? No, Man, Not Me."

I Think I Have A Duty As A Recovering Guy To Help, To Make My Knowledge Of What I Went Through Accessible.

I'm Sorry, Man, But I've Got Magic. I've Got Poetry In My Fingertips. Most Of The Time - And This Includes Naps - I'm An F-18, Bro. And I Will Destroy You In The Air. I Will Deploy My Ordinance To The Ground.