I'm Always Jotting Things Down

I Saw A Dead Head Sticker On A Cadillac. A Little Voice Inside My Head Said, Don't Look Back, You Can Never Look Back.

We're Being Treated To The Wisdom Of Some Puffed Up, Little Fart. Doing Exactly What I Used To Do, Pretensions To Anarchy And Art.

The Eagles And The Critics Were Not The Best Of Friends.

I Try To Write Conversationally; I Try To Write Like People Speak And Put The Emphasis On The Right Syllable.

There Is Not Wrong, There Is No Right, And I Will Sleep Very Well Tonight.