One Could Come From Less Than Humble

I Know I Can Be Very Standoffish . . .

I Plan My Life In 15-minute Sections.

I'm So Alive. As I Stand Facing The Beauty Of The Never-ending Pacific Ocean, A Late Afternoon Breeze Blows Down From The Hills Behind. As Always, It Is A Beautiful Day. The Sun Is Making Its Final Descent. The Magic Is About To Begin. The Skies Are Ready To Burn With Brilliance, As It Turns From A Soft Blue To A Bright Orange. Looking Towards The West, I Stare In Awe At The Hypnotic Power Of The Waves. A Giant Curl Begins To Take Form, Then Breaks With A Thundering Clap As It Crashes On The Shore.

Hate Is A Cancer That Spreads One Cell At A Time.

I Couldn't Lie To Get Myself Fame And Fortune.