How Hard Can It Be To Find

It's Just A Crazy Damned Life, That's All.

Why The Hell Shouldn't I Run Away With The Circus?

I Was Always Searching, Always Seeking The Next Big Thing, Because That Was The Thing That Was Going To Make Everything All Right Again. And While I Was Working Toward It, It Gave Me Something To Think About Other Than That Thing I Couldn't Put My Finger On. But It Always Came Back.

I Have To Convince Myself That This Is Not A Pointless Life, Even The Body Is Telling Me So.

The Only Thing That Makes Me Crazier Than Writing Is Not Writing.