Drugs And Alcohol Were Ruling My Life.

My Stay In Camp Betty Was The Longest I'd Been Without Drink Or Drugs In My Adult Life. [...] At First, They Put Me In A Room With A Guy Who Owned A Bowling Alley, But He Snored Like An Asthmatic Horse, So I Moved And Ended Up With A Depressive Mortician. [...] The Mortician Snored Even Louder Than The Bowling Alley Guy - He Was Like A Moose With A Tracheotomy.

There Are No Impossible Dreams.

The Funny Thing Is, I Was Never Much Of A Fighter. Better A Live Coward Than A Dead Hero, That Was My Motto.

To Be A Liar, You've Got To Have A Great Memory, And I Don't Have A Memory.

I Can't Change The Past, But I Can Try To Make A Better Future For Me.