An Extraordinary Writer....it Is The

When I Stop Doing The Things That Make Me Unhappy, I Will Experience The Happiness That Is That Natural State Of Being. See, I Don't Think We Were Created With Some Pain And Misery And Whatever. I Think We Were Created By Whatever This Thing Is, When It Extended Itself, And, Here We Are. But I Pile On So Many Misconceptions That I End Up Uncomfortable In My Own Skin.

Sometimes It Seems To Stand Still. Like You’re In A Bag And You Can’t Get Out And Somebody’s Always Telling You That It Will Get Better With Time And Time Just Seems To Stand Still And Laugh At You And Your Pain.

The Voice So Filled With Nostalgia That You Could Almost See The Memories Floating Through The Blue Smoke, Memories Not Only Of Music And Joy And Youth, But Perhaps, Of Dreams. They Listened To The Music, Each Hearing It In His Own Way, Feeling Relaxed And A Part Of The Music, A Part Of Each Other, And Almost A Part Of The World.

An Extraordinary Writer....it Is The Vastness Of Nick Tosches’ Heart That Makes It Possible To Reveal The Darkness.

Angels Is A Tough Word, Because It Is So Involved With Organized Religion And Everything Else. I Do Know, Absolutely, From My Experience, There Are Some Kind Of Spiritual Entities - Force, Power, Intelligence - That Guide Me Through Each And Every Day, As Long As I'm Willing To Accept, Recognize, And Surrender To Their Guidance. It's Always There, But There Are Times When I Insist Upon Having My Way.