I wish I knew what I know now before.
I see myself at 7:30 in the morning and it's not too pretty.
What I do now is all my dad's fault, because he bought me a guitar as a boy, for no apparent reason.
Carrying 200 pounds of velvet and satin around a stage for 90 minutes - that's man's work, let me tell you.
Surely if God had meant us to do yoga, he would have put our heads behind our knees.
I am a man of contradictions, I suppose.