We Must.. We Must Bring Our Own

As The Shadows Assume Shapes I Fight The Slow Retreat Now My Once-promise Dwindling Dwindling Now Lighting New Cigarettes Pouring More Drinks It Has Been A Beautiful Fight Still Is.

I Was Born To Hustle Roses Down The Avenue Of The Dead.

Great Books Are The Ones We Need

If You're Going To Try, Go All The Way. This Could Mean Losing Girlfriends, Wives, Relatives, Jobs And Maybe Your Mind.

You Can Steal My Women But Don't Play With My Whiskey.