I've Come To Realize That Life Is

There's A Place In The World For The Angry Young Man With His Working Class Ties And His Radical Plans He Refuses To Bend, He Refuses To Crawl He's Always At Home With His Back To The Wall And He's Proud Of His Scars And The Battles He's Lost And He Struggles And Bleeds As He Hangs On The Cross And He Likes To Be Known As The Angry Young Man.

Working Too Hard Can Give You A Heart-attack.

It's Alright, You Can Afford To Lose A Day Or Two

You're Not The Only One Who's Made Mistakes, But They're The Only Things That You Can Truly Call Your Own.

When I See An Entire Community Disenfranchised, It Disturbs Me. Not That I'm A Message Guy, Per Se. I Write About People. I Like To Write About Human Beings, Not Crap Political Rhetoric. I've Tried To Avoid That All My Life. When I Wrote About Soldiers In Vietnam, I Wasn't Trying To Make A Political Statement. I Was Trying To Write About How Screwed Things Were For Soldiers, And How They Still Are.