It takes no more time to see the good side of life than to see the bad.
Tell me where are the flashbacks they all warned us would come?
Instinct taught me 20 years ago to pace a song or a concert performance. That translates into pacing a story, pleasing a reading audience.
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock and roll man.
Back to my childhood where those monsters reside. They snack on innocence and dine on self esteem.
I made a deal with the devil for a whole lot of money.