Show Me What A Man Hates And

Just When You Think You've Hit Rock Bottom, You Realize You're Standing On Another Trapdoor.

Some People, Every Now And Then, Simply Had To Have One Too Many, Go Drifty Voiced And Slouch Mouthed, Swimming Willfully Around In Their Own Sadness As If It Were Hot Springs.

Certainly One Of The Surprising Truths Of Having A Book Published Is Realizing That Your Book Is As Open To Interpretation As An Abstract Painting. People Bring Their Own Beliefs And Attitudes To Your Work, Which Is Thrilling And Surprising At The Same Time.

Because Every One Of Us Has Our Box, A Dark Chamber Stowing The Thing That Lanced Our Heart. It Contains What You Do Everything For, Strive For, Wound Everything Around You.

It’s Got To Be Some Kind Of Cult. Anyone Offers You Kool-aid Or A Hot Shower, Say No.