I still believe in rock and roll, it pays my bills.
I'm going back to my parrot head friends.
The right combination of guilt and machismo has sent many a fool out into the jungle when he should have stayed home.
Indecision may or may not be my problem.
It's not the tales of Stephen King that I've read, I need protection from the things in my head . . .
I remember the excruciating school task of writing a three-page term paper. But, oh, that feeling when I was done! I think I drive myself for that feeling of accomplishment.