Life was just a tire swing. 'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing. Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken, And I never knew a thing about pain. Life was just a tire swing.

Whether it's a letter, song lyrics, part of a novel, or instructions on how to fix a kitchen sink, it's writing. You keep your craft honed, you acquire the discipline to finish things. You turn into a self-taskmaster.

Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years to late. Cannons don't thunder, there's nothing to plunder, I'm an over forty victim of fate.

I still believe in rock and roll, it pays my bills.

I know I should be leaving this climate, I've got a verse, but can't rhyme it.

If someone wants a piece of you, never let them pay. What you do not give to them time takes anyway.

I got my hush puppies on. I guess I never was made meant for glitter rock and roll.