What would Pop-eye do in a tight spot like this?

I don't get tired of playing "Margaritaville". It's paid my bills for years.

I just thank God I don't live in a trailer.

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.

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

I've always found drugs and alcohol somewhat pedestrian. It's like, I don't need an external agent to open my mind. I'm here, conscious, alert, present. Why would I alter that?

Today there are two Madonnas, our lady of Fatima over here and that woman from Michigan.