I Wish To Live To 150 Years

He Will Always Be My Sir Galahad.

For The Loot, Honey, For The Loot.

And The News Got Worse. It Appeared That There Was This Whole Other Person Jesus Christ Whose Birthday A Lot Of People Tended To Confuse With Mine. I Was Personally Outraged. It Was A Long Time Before I Forgave The Lord For That.

I Want To Remember It All, The Good Times And The Bad Times, The Late Nights, The Boozing, The Dancing Into Dawns, And All The Great And Not-so-great People I Met And Loved In Those Years.

Don't Think For A Minute That Bad Publicity And Endless Criticism Don't Leave Their Claw Marks On Everyone Concerned. Your Friends Try To Cheer You Up By Saying Lightly, "i Suppose You Get Used To It, And Ignore It." You Try. You Try Damned Hard. But You Never Get Used To It. It Always Wounds And Hurts.