First Of All, It Does Not Deter

I Won't Put Myself In A Position Where I'm Vulnerable.

He Was Pushing Fifty, With A Face Life Had Chewed On, And Long Wisps Of Graying Hair Parted Low On One Side And Combed Over His Balding Pate.

The Dead Have Never Bothered Me. It's The Living That I Fear.

Rain Slowly Slides Down The Glass As If The Night Is Crying.

I Like Crazy Shoes Or Unusual Cowboy Boots And I Collect Big Belt Buckles.