Do What You Gotta Do And Stay

He Was A Fugitive, Lurking Soul, James Leer. He Didn't Belong Anywhere, But Things Went Much Better For Him In Places Where Nobody Belonged.

I Saw A Lot Of Lousy Movies And Watched A Ton Of Crappy Television And Read A Bunch Of Utterly Forgettable Books And Comics And Listened To Hours Of Junk Music As A Kid. And I'm Still Drawing Profitably In My Own Art On Some Of The Tawdry Treasure I Stored Up In Those Years.

Never Say Love Is "like" Anything... It Isn't.

[my Dad] Didn't Do Much Apart From The Traditional Winning Of Bread. He Didn't Take Me To Get My Hair Cut Or My Teeth Cleaned; He Didn't Make The Appointments. He Didn't Shop For My Clothes. He Didn't Make My Breakfast, Lunch, Or Dinner. My Mom Did All Of Those Things, And Nobody Ever Told Her When She Did Them That It Made Her A Good Mother.

Only Love Could Pick A Nested Pair Of Steel Bramah Locks.