I Refuse To Sit On My Laurels.

I Don't Do Things That Are Illegal.

To Almost Die Is To Know That One Day You Will, And To Never Again Feel The Same About Anything.

Thoughts Are Odd Misfires.

Night Fell Clean And Cold In Dublin, And Wind Moaned Beyond My Room As If A Million Pipes Played The Air.

I Like Crazy Shoes Or Unusual Cowboy Boots And I Collect Big Belt Buckles.