Leadership camp? Isn't that where Hitler went?
As it stands right now, I lead Richard Pryor in heart attacks, two to one. However, Richard still leads me, one to nothing, in burning yourself up.
All music is the blues. All of it.
No one knows what's next, but everybody does it.
If it requires a uniform, it's a worthless endeavor.
You can't be the fastest gun in town forever. There comes a time when you're not the golden boy, and you have to go off somewhere and figure yourself out.