Music Itself Was Color-blind But The Media

The Good News Is That By The Second Year, Those Cravings Were About As Half As Frequent, And By The Third Year, Half As Much Again. I'm Still A Little Bent, A Little Crooked, But All Things Crooked, I Can't Complain. After All Those Years Of All Kinds Of Abuse And Crashing Into Trees At Eighty Miles An Hour And Jumping Off Buildings And Living Through Overdoses And Liver Disease, I Feel Better Now Than I Did Ten Years Ago. I Might Have Some Scar Tissue, But That's Alright, I'm Still Making Progress.

It Didn't Matter If I Got Bitten By A Dog Or I Ripped My Pants On The Fence Post Or I Poked Myself In The Eye With A Tree Branch That I Was Crawling Over, It Was All About The Shortcut. My Whole Life I Took The Shortcut, And I Ended Up Lost.

My Work Was Done, So It Was Time To Start Digging My Grave Again.

She Was Probably The Girl I Loved The Most Of All My Girlfriends, But Also The Toughest One To Make Things Work Out With. If I Had Put That Much Effort Into Any Of My Other Relationships, I'd Be Married With Five Kids Now.

That's A Spiritual Lifestyle, Being Willing To Admit That You Don't Know Everything And That You Were Wrong About Some Things. It's About Making A List Of All The People You've Harmed, Either Emotionally Or Physically Or Financially, And Going Back And Making Amends. That's A Spiritual Lifestyle. It's Not A Fluffy Ethereal Concept.