The Town Where I Grew Up Has

Yeah, I Just Finished A Novel. Man Those Things Take Forever To Read.

Like A Guide Dog, Paintings Help You See.

If The Real World Is Orange Juice, Then Art Is Like Orange-juice Concentrate.

It Was Taunted As Reality. It Was Dangled As A Carrot. In Terms Of People's Hopes And Dreams, To Say That That Is Less Of A Reality Than The Daily Grind They Find Themselves In Is Maybe Not Correct.

You'd Have To Think That You're At Least Decent, Or You Couldn't Get Up Every Morning And Do It. I Think If I Live Long Enough, I Might Be Pretty Good