This Is A Story About A Man

Strangers Are Just Family You Have Yet To Come To Know.

I Hate To Be Like Everyone Else, But I'm Rooting For San Antonio Because I Like Teams That Were Built The Old-fashioned Way.

Sometimes, They Say, The Moon Is So Busy With The New Souls Of The World That It Disappears From The Sky. That Is Why We Have Moonless Nights. But In The End, The Moon Always Returns, As Do We All.

Going Back To Something Is Harder Than You Think.

All Who Are Born Are Always Dying.