Let me explain something to you - you have not been standing in front of thirty thousand decibals for thirty-five years - write me a note!
Tell me where do I belong in a sick society?
There are no invisible seams.
Suicide is the only way out.
Sex isn't the priority anymore, now I'm 65. But it still goes on. I want it and she doesn't, same as ever.
You learn who your friends are when the sh-t hits the fan.