It's Been A Struggle For

I Think About Dying. I've Come To Realize We All Die Alone In One Way Or Another.

What I Never Understand About A Hangover Is, Where Does The Breath Come From? You Know What I Mean? I Mean, Is Someone Shitting In Your Mouth?

I Won't Talk About What It Was Like In Prison, Except To Say I'm Glad I'm Out And That I Plan Never To Go Back And To Pay My Taxes Every Day.

He's Just Always Positive. He's Always Smiling And He's Always Trying.

I Had Some Great Things And I Had Some Bad Things. The Best And The Worst . . . In Other Words, I Had A Life.