If everything that ever lived is dead, and everything alive is gonna die...where does the sacred part come in?

A woman told me her child was autistic, and I thought she said artistic. So I said, 'Oh great. I'd like to see some of the things he's done.

Cocaine was different. It kept saying, "You haven't had enough." I became an abuser almost instantly.

Just think, right now as you read this, some guy somewhere is gettin' ready to hang himself.

Tonight's forecast: DARK. Continued mostly dark tonight, turning to wildly scattered light in the morning

I also survived circumcision, a barbaric practice designed to remind you as early as possible that your genitals are not your own.

Isn’t it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do “practice”?