Canada kills any conversation quick, I learned long ago. It's a little trick of mine.

To me, chocolate was the sole reason we on this earth.

What is luck but something made to run out.

The kid come in at a strange angle, made the notes glitter like crystal.

Ain't no man can outrun his fate.

Folks think a lifetime is a thing stretched out over years. It ain't. It can happen quick as a match in a dark room.

Ain't no glory made from being dependable.