Most People Call Me Mercy. I Like

My Anger Made Me Drink As An Escape From Reality, A Way Of Forgetting. But You Don't Know When The Medicinal Effect Ends And The Poisoning Begins ... This Is My Sixth Year Of Sobriety. Overcoming Alcoholism Has Been My Greatest Challenge And My Greatest Reward.

It Is Said That People Learn To Hate Each Other Because Of Little Things ... Not Big Ones. I Know I Have Always Learned To Love Because Of Little Things ... I'm Not At All Sure That There Are Any Big Ones.

While I Am Rehearsing A Play, I Try To Read Nothing That Might Distract My Concentration From The Work In Progress.

Everything Edible Is Fried In Texas! Or It Is Buried In The Ground To Cook Before It Is Eaten. ... Texas Food Should Be Forbidden! 'the Steaks At Night Are Big And Bright, Deep In The Heart Of Texas!' And They Are Always Afloat In Grease. Next Morning You Are Served A Smaller Steak, Which Serves As A Platform For Two Fried Eggs ... All Of This Afloat In The Same Grease! 'chicken, You Say? You Bet! Comin' Up!' Same Grease! They Are Right. Comin' Up! For Hours Afterwards. I Couldn't Believe The Crust Of An Apple Pie! Same Grease!

With Two Leftover Husbands To Account For, My Wicked Soul Has Just About Shriveled And Died