I wonder what it's like to be from a state that is spread across a few islands way out in the Pacific Ocean, only added to the United States in 1959. Not only that but to be the birthplace of America's first black president? Pretty cool, I bet.

Youth is fleeting and life is short, you might as well strike hard. Anything else is just average.

One of the most insane environments I have ever spent time in is a gun range. There we are, all in a line, armed to the teeth, firing away.

The scars will take me far, they always do.

Cynicism is only intellectual sloth.

I think of the thrill of an intelligent woman talking just to me.

Pride is a thing that I have tried to abandon completely. Try as I might, pride still creeps into many of the things I do.