To Be 26 Years Old

The Good News Is That By The Second Year, Those Cravings Were About As Half As Frequent, And By The Third Year, Half As Much Again. I'm Still A Little Bent, A Little Crooked, But All Things Crooked, I Can't Complain. After All Those Years Of All Kinds Of Abuse And Crashing Into Trees At Eighty Miles An Hour And Jumping Off Buildings And Living Through Overdoses And Liver Disease, I Feel Better Now Than I Did Ten Years Ago. I Might Have Some Scar Tissue, But That's Alright, I'm Still Making Progress.

Sometimes Life's So Much Cooler When You Just Don't Know Any Better And All The Painful Lessons Have Not Hammered Your Head Open Yet.

What Doesn't Kill You Only Makes Your Book Longer.

As A Father Now, I Wouldn't Do What My Dad Did, Because It Left Me Feeling Emotionally Unstable As A Kid. But He Didn't Do The Things He Did Out Of Selfishness Or Malice.

I'm Impressed With A 90 Year Old Woman Who's Still Out And About.