Cock your hat - angles are attitudes.
Fresh air makes me throw up. I can't handle it. I'd rather be around three Denobili cigars blowing in my face all night.
Trouble just seems to come my way-unbidden, unwelcome, unneeded.
What I do with my life is of my own doing. I live it the best way I can.
Whatever else has been said about me personally is unimportant. When I sing, I believe. I'm honest.
Take a deep breath, pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again.