While My Mind Is Flexible,

Back To My Childhood Where Those Monsters Reside. They Snack On Innocence And Dine On Self Esteem.

I Just Thank God I Don't Live In A Trailer.

It's A Fine Line Between Saturday Night And Sunday Morning.

The Ocean Has Always Been A Salve To My Soul.

Any Attempts At Autobiography Before The Age Of Eighty Seem Pretty Self-involved To Me. There Are A Lot Of Smart Middle Aged People But Not Many Wise Ones.