After twelve years of therapy my psychiatrist said something that brought tears to my eyes. He said, 'No hablo ingles.'
I like life. It's something to do.
I spend money with reckless abandon. Last month I blew $5000 at a reincarnation. I got to thinking, what the hell, you only live once!
Where there's a will there's a dead person.
I fear one day I'll meet God, he'll sneeze and I won't know what to say.
My doctor gave me two weeks to live. I hope they're in August.