I Remember Thinking, That's What

No Matter How I Might Feel About Myself Or My Self-image, There Is Still A Part Of Me That Wants To Fight To The End.

Nobody Makes Me Laugh Like My Wife.

If I'm Going To Follow A God, Why Would I Want To Follow A God Of My Creation? That Would Be An Alcoholic Idiot Nitwit Jerk God!

I Had Older Brothers And Sisters Who Were High Achievers, And I Felt Different, Misunderstood By My Family. That's Not My Family's Fault; It Was My Perception.

If There's Comfort Involved, It's Probably Not For Me.