Wasting away again in Margaritaville, searching for my lost shaker of salt.

Tell me where are the flashbacks they all warned us would come?

When they tried to draft me, I earned a college degree.

He went to Paris looking for answers to questions that bothered him so. He was impressive, young and aggressive, saving the world on his own.

This imitation Elvis may not be the king, but baby I'm the next best thing.

I want to keep going as I have, to travel, read, perform, write, and enjoy my family. I've promised myself only this: no more Laundromats, no more two-shows-a-night, and no more deadlines. I'll work at my own pace.

Searching is half the fun: life is much more manageable when thought of as a scavenger hunt as opposed to a surprise party.