I Finally Have The Body I Want.

When You Write From Your Gut And Let The Stuff Stay Flawed And Don't Let Anybody Tell You To Make It Better, It Can End Up Looking Like Nothing Else.

I Don't Have A Gun, But If I Did, I Would Shoot A Baby Deer In The Mouth And Feel Nothing.

...then I Got Divorced And Everything Changed, And I Became A Father In A Whole New Way And Found A Whole New Set Of Difficulties.

Here's How My Brain Works: It's Stupidity, Followed By Self-hatred, And Then Further Analysis.

If You Can Survive Disappointment, Nothing Can Beat You