Where's the church, who took the steeple, Religion's in the hands of some crazy ass people, Television preachers with bad hair and dimples, The God's honest truth is, it's not that simple

Mother Mother Ocean, I have heard your call.

later down the road of life, i made the discovery that salt water was also good for the mental abrasions one inevitably acquires on land.

I've always found drugs and alcohol somewhat pedestrian. It's like, I don't need an external agent to open my mind. I'm here, conscious, alert, present. Why would I alter that?

Well, I'm still here. Didn't have to go to rehab, and I'm not broke.

If the phone doesn't ring, it's me.

My voyage was never a well-conceived plan, nor will it ever be. I have made it up as I went along.