I always loved books. I don't remember learning to read, it was just something I always did. I was hungry for knowledge, I guess, and information; I was a curious kid. I still am.
That traveling man was a two time lover, he took my love, then he took my mother.
My first phone was two tin cans tied together with string, and it worked pretty good.
...everyone's life is different, and everyone's journey is different.
I just don't have time to get old!
If we can't be true to ourselves, what can we be true to?