Life Goes On With Fragile Normalcy.

It's As Though I've Been Sleepwalking And Suddenly Woken To Find Myself Here

Sometimes I Think If I Had To Choose Between An Ear Of Corn Or Making Love To A Woman, I'd Choose The Corn.

After Sixty-one Years Together, She Simply Clutched My Hand And Exhaled.

Being The Survivor Stinks.

You Do Right By Me, I'll Show You A Life Most Suckers Can't Even Dream Of.