It's Hard Because People Think

The Music Was My Friend, My Lover, My Family.

I Also Wear A Hat Or A Very Tightly Pulled Head Tie When I Write. I Suppose I Hope By Doing That I Will Keep My Brains From Seeping Out Of My Scalp And Running In Great Gray Blobs Down My Neck, Into My Ears, And Over My Face.

I Know Something Better Is On The Road For Me.

I Love The Song 'i Hope You Dance' By Lee Ann Womack. I Was Going To Write That Song, But Someone Beat Me To It.

Whining Lets The Brute Know There's A Victim For Him In The Neighborhood!