They have no idea that it can be done by a bus driver, a field hand, or a fry cook. They have no idea where it comes from. It comes from pain, damnation and impossibility. The blow to the soul of the gut. It comes from getting burned and seared and slugged. It comes from...new and awful places and the same old places.

i was born to hustle roses down the avenue of the dead.

Let' em learn or let' em die

for a man of 55 who didn't get laid until he was 23 and not very often until he was 50 I think that I should stay listed via Pacific Telephone until I get as much as the average man has had

some men never die and some men never live but we're all alive tonight.

all that I know is that I believe in the sound of music and the running of a horse. all else is squabble.

Goodness can be found sometimes in the middle of hell.