It's a fine line between Saturday night and Sunday morning.
It's not the tales of Stephen King that I've read, I need protection from the things in my head . . .
I have never cared about setting world records, or filling my boat with fish, or, for that matter, even catching fish. I go for the experience of spending six hours in the arms of the ocean, never thinking of a single thing except chasing fish.
I got my hush puppies on. I guess I never was made meant for glitter rock and roll.
We need more fruitcakes in this world, and less bakers!
Never did I think that I became family entertainment.