He was a writer and words were his weapons.

So Now You're Death: Here's What You'll Need

I fink I gots deaf on me willie.

Why write a song when no one can play the notes or understand the lyrics?

Life is messy. Would that every puzzle piece fell into place, every word was kind, every accident happy, but such is not the case. Life is messy

Do we look like thrill-seekers? Wasn't it enough that we had to put up that sign reading NO HABLA ESPANOL and acknowledge the existence of thirty percent of the population, even in the negative?

Ack! Parables. I hate parables.