The conundrum of free will and destiny has always kept me dangling.

If there's anything I'm not pompous about, it's myself or my work. But I seem to be able to play it.

How do I stay so healthy and boyishly handsome? It's simple. I drink the blood of young runaways.

Never buy anything that eats while you sleep.

My dad was good with actions.

My life is my statement and I try to be true to myself and thusly to other people. Whatever my failings are, they are human and I try to perfect it each day.

I have had mystical experiences with horses. I felt they were communicating with me in horse communication.