I’m Just Kinda Tired. Like A Monkey

An Unhealthy Soul Requires A Healthy Body.

It's A Dark, Cool, Quiet Place. A Basement In Your Soul. And That Place Can Sometimes Be Dangerous To The Human Mind. I Can Open The Door And Enter That Darkness, But I Have To Be Very Careful. I Can Find My Story There. Then I Bring That Thing To The Surface, Into The Real World.

Fate Seems To Be Taking Me In Some Even Stranger Directions.

Reaching The Finish Line, Never Walking, And Enjoying The Race. These Three, In This Order, Are My Goals.

I Had My Jazz Club And I Had Enough Money. So I Didn't Have To Write For My Living.