People who fail, excel at avoiding opportunity.
I feel like I'm a time traveler from the future who has been sent back to be annoyed.
My life is about building and working and wrenching on some cars.
When you have kids, you instantly feel that you do not want to do them wrong. Those dads that go off to Florida and start a new life, I couldn’t imagine that: seeing my kid once every Christmas, every three years. If I’m gone for six days it feels like too much.
The very definition of 'beauty' is outside.
It's like the Fouth of July in my underpants.