It's A Fine Line Between

My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus. It's That Kind Of Morning.

He Went To Paris Looking For Answers To Questions That Bothered Him So. He Was Impressive, Young And Aggressive, Saving The World On His Own.

And You Find As A Writer There Are Certain Spots On The Planet Where You Write Better Than Others, And I Believe In That. And New Orleans Is One Of Them.

To Describe My Scarce Leisure Time In Today's Terms, I Always Default To Reading.

Maybe There Is Another Who Sees Life Not As A Flickering Candle But As A Torch That Can Illuminate An Undiscovered World.