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

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.

Nobody else cares about you at the beginning of your career except you-and, of course, your mother. Your mother is there because that is what mothers do.

Back to my childhood where those monsters reside. They snack on innocence and dine on self esteem.

Some make the world go round; others watch it turn.

Moderation is the key so I work certain amout of time and then I take a certain amount of time off.

It's a fine line between Saturday night and Sunday morning.