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Let Sleeping Dogs Lie Or Lying Dogs Sleep Or Whatever. Time To Move On. People Get Divorced. Life Doesn't Owe You Your Own Personal Happy Ending Especially At Another's, Or In This Case Several Others', Expense.

Rock N' Roll Was A Bad And Evil Thing. L Remember Once I Was Singing A Barry Manilow Song, "mandy," In The Back Seat Of The Car. It Came On The Radio, And I Kind Of Sang With It, And I Got Smacked In The Mouth Because That Song Was "evil."

If Someone Asked Me If I Could Have Anything In The World, What Would L Want? If L Could Own Anything, Like Owning A Piece Of Art, L Think It Would Be Elton John's Publishing, On His First Seven Albums. I Don't Want The Money. Being Able To Own Those Songs Is Like Owning A Painting Of Someone You Admire.

I Personally Don't Do Any Hard Drugs, Because They Get In The Way Of Me Getting To My Base Issues, And I'd Rather Get Rid Of The Excess Baggage Than Find A Way To Shove It Deeper In The Closet.

Sometimes Your Friends Are Your Lovers, Or Have Been At One Time.