When I'm writing, I thoroughly enjoy it. It just goes on.
That's my punishment in hell, shoveling horseshit.
I stay in the present, so I don't know about the future.
Here am I, a human being and that has a body that is getting old. And I only have one, I can't trade it in.
To lose one parent is a tragedy, to lose both is utter carelessness.
I've been sober for 25. And every day I am very grateful that I don't drink.