August, The Summer's Last Messenger Of Misery,

One Of The Odd Enjoyments In Life Is To Be Alone In A Room Full Of People. To Have Them There As Unknowing Human Filler In Your Wide Shot.

I Am Too Far Gone To Be Rehabilitated.

I Didn't Want To Work At Pizza Hut And I Didn't Want To Join The Army. So I Just Decided To Go Out And Be Awesome.

I Have Come To Regard November As The Older, Harder Man's October. I Appreciate The Early Darkness And Cooler Temperatures. It Puts My Mind In A Different Place Than October. It Is A Month For A Quieter, Slightly More Subdued Celebration Of Summer's Death As Winter Tightens Its Grip.

I Work Pretty Much Every Day. I Can't Really Separate It From Life, So I Guess The Work Is My Life.