Anywhere you hang yourself is home.

Respect is not a one way street

I am primarily a loner. I don't go to clubs. I don't hang out with people. I don't know many people. It's just the way it ended up. It's not a sob story; it's fine for me.

I wonder how Colin Powell sleeps at night. I would like to have a word with him because he lied. He lied. He lied to me. He lied to my face through the camera at the U.N.

We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer's wreckage. We will welcome summer's ghost.

Friends come and go but 200lbs is always 200lbs.

I want to learn more about the world. It makes me want to get up and go.