A Couple Drinks. A Couple Aspirin. Repeat.

I Am The Child Of A Lunatic. Not A Child Of God.

The Government Says Rant's Alive Because They Need A Villain. The Kids Say He's Alive Because They Need A Hero.

A Writer’s Job Is To Cultivate What Can Go Wrong.

No Mat­ter How Much I Try And Hide This, Bit By Bit, I Start To Fall Apart.

Sometimes The Past Seems Too Big For The Present To Hold.