This is about all the bad days in the world. I used to have some little bad days, and I kept them in a little box. And one day, I threw them out into the yard. "Oh, it's just a couple little innocent bad days." Well, we had a big rain. I don't know what it was growing in but I think we used to put eggshells out there and coffee grounds, too. Don't plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me. Choke those little bad days. Choke 'em down to nothin'. They're your days. Choke 'em!

We are all just monkeys with money and guns.

when your down on your luck and you've lost all your dreams theres nothing like a campfire and a can of beans

I did my time in the jail of your arms

I didn't really want to be part of a clique or a niche. But I also was looking for my own voice, as a writer, y'know? And a world I could call my own.

but it's so hard to dance that way when it's cold and there's no music.

Folks who work here are professors. Don't replace all the knowers with guessors keep'em open they're the ears of the town