How To Make God Laugh? Tell Him

I'm Proud Of What I Write And Feel Endorsed By My Readers.

He Seemed Wild And Dangerous And Carefree--well, He Would, Would'nt He? What Were Motorcycles And Black Leather Pants If Not The Uniform Of A Wild, Dangerous And Carefree Man?

I Went Grey At 12, My Eyesight Went At 17. I've Been A Crock From Very Early On.

I Still Get Awful Depression. It's Who I Am.

Medically Speaking, There Is No Such Thing As A Nervous Breakdown. Which Is Very Annoying To Discover When You're Right In The Middle Of One.