Getting A Room's Not Always Enough. Sometimes

Phillip Look Into Ray's Eyes. He Saw Compassion And Hope. And He Saw Himself Mirrored Back, Bleeding In A Dirty Gutter On A Street Where Life Was Worth Less Than A Dime Bag. Sick, Tired, Petrified, Phillip Dropped His Head Into His Hands. "what's The Point?" "you're The Point, Son." Ray Ran His Hand Over Phillip's Hair. "you're The Point.

Love's Scary, And Sometimes It's Transient. But It's Worth The Risks And The Nerves. It's Even Worth The Pain.

Put All Your Eggs In One Basket... The Handle's Going To Break. Then All You've Got Is Scrambled Eggs.

Know What You Want, Work To Get It, Then Value It Once You Have It.

A Ghra. A Amhain. My Love. My Only.