I'm Pretty Good At Compartmentalizing Things And

If I Was Gonna Write A Book That Was True, And I Was Gonna Write A Book That Was Honest, Then I Was Gonna Have To Write About Myself In Very, Very Negative Ways.

On My First Day In Jail, A Three Hundred Pound Man Named Porterhouse Hit Me In The Back Of The Head With A Metal Tray. I Was Standing In Line For Lunch And I Didn't See It Coming. I Went Down. When I Got Up, I Turned Around And Started Throwing Punches." (james Frey, Pg.1)

For The Most Profound Experiences In Our Lives And In The World Words Are Worth Nothing. Can You Describe Love Or Death Can You Describe What It Really Feels Like The First Time You See Your Child Or The First Time Your Heart Gets Broken You Can Try...but It Won't Come Close To Describing What It Really Was Or What It Really Felt Like.

Part Of Me Still Loves. More Of Me Doesn't.

I Always Wanted To Be The Outlaw. And That's To A Certain Extent How I've Lived.