Take An Indian Home To Lunch.

No One Gets Out Of Here Alive.

We Want The World And We Want It...

All Our Lives We Sweat And Save, Building For A Shallow Grave.

Guileless And Without Vanity, We Were Still In Love With Ourselves Then. We Felt Comfortable In Our Skins, Enjoyed The News That Our Senses Released To Us, Admired Our Dirt, Cultivated Our Scars, And Could Not Comprehend This Unworthiness. Jealousy We Understood And Thought Natural--a Desire To Have What Somebody Else Had; But Envy Was A Strange, New Feeling For Us.

Some Of The Worst Mistakes Of My Life Have Been Haircuts.