John could write a mean song. He had a lot of venom in him. Whereas I had a happy childhood.
It was bad on Linda. She had to deal with this guy who didn't want to get out of bed and, if he did, wanted to go back to bed pretty soon after. He wanted to drink earlier and earlier each day and didn't really see the point in shaving. I was generally pretty morbid.
If I ever get out of here, thought of giving it all away to a registered charity.
If I were dead, I would be the last to know.
You guys ready to do this?
If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be a vegetarian.