I Wonder What It's Like To Live

It Was Considerably Larger Than A Knife Hilt.

My Shoulders Sagged. Really, Is It Too Much To Ask That I Be Able To Come Home From A Long Day Of Work And Relax? Oh, No. I Have To Come Home And Read A Bunch Of Letters Written To The Love Of My Life By His Fiancée, Who, If I Am Correct, Had Him Killed A Hundred And Fifty Years Ago. Then, As If That Is Not Bad Enough, He Wants Me To Explain The Vietnam War.

You’re Not A One Hundred Dollar Bill, Not Everyone Is Going To Like You.

What's The Point? Was My Attitude. We're All Just Going To Die And Then Not Be Let On The Boat.

Always Be True To Your Friends, Just As You Are To Yourself.