I got a PBS mind in an MTV world.

It's not the tales of Stephen King that I've read, I need protection from the things in my head . . .

Love is a wave building to a crescendo. Ride if you will, ride it with me.

This morning I shot six holes in my freezer. I think I've got cabin fever.

The right combination of guilt and machismo has sent many a fool out into the jungle when he should have stayed home.

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

Mother Mother Ocean, I have heard your call.