For me, one of the toughest things about Valentine's Day is that it gets geared up as the day to profess your love. See, T-E-S-T - that's a bad word that doesn't go with L-O-V-E.

Yes, it is the Big Easy, home of the shortest hangover on the planet, where libation can greet you on Monday morning with the same smile as it did on Saturday night.

I know who I am. And after all these years, there's a victory in that.

There are certain nights you and your image just aren't in the same bed.

I don't want to just revolve. I want to evolve. As a man, as a human, as a father, as a lover.

When you've got God, you got a friend. And that friend is you.

A drunk doesn't try to stand up; a drunk tries not to fall down.