I Just Thank God I Don't Live

With You, I Would Walk Anywhere

Grief Is Like The Wake Behind A Boat. It Starts Out As A Huge Wave That Follows Close Behind You And Is Big Enough To Swamp And Drown You If You Suddenly Stop Moving Forward. But If You Do Keep Moving, The Big Wake Will Eventually Dissipate. And After A Long Time, The Waters Of Your Life Get Calm Again, And That Is When The Memories Of Those Who Have Left Begin To Shine As Bright And As Enduring As The Stars Above.

Yeah. I Wouldn't Do It If It Wasn't Fun... We're Showing People How, In A Pretty Crazy And Whacked-out, Dangerous World, You Can Still Have Fun.

And You Find As A Writer There Are Certain Spots On The Planet Where You Write Better Than Others, And I Believe In That. And New Orleans Is One Of Them.

I'm A Big Follower And Reactor To Weather.