To Want What I Have, To Take

No Shame, No Solution, No Remorse, No Retribution, Just People Selling T-shirts.

I Think My First Instrument Was A Ukulele That They Gave Me. I Used To Know How To Play That Pretty Well.

I'm Always Jotting Things Down On Pieces Of Paper. I've Got Pieces Of Paper All Over My House.

The Eagles Ended On A Rather Abrupt Note, Although In Retrospect I Realize Now That It Had Been Ending For Quite Some Time.

Arm Chair Warriors Often Fail.