I Knew I Was Strong, And Maybe

For Each Joan Of Arc There Is A Hitler Perched At The Other End Of The Teeter-totter.

I Was A Man Who Thrived On Solitude; Without It I Was Like Another Man Without Food Or Water. Each Day Without Solitude Weakened Me. I Took No Pride In My Solitude; But I Was Dependent On It. The Darkness Of The Room Was Like Sunlight To Me.

What? You’d Dare Drink Right After Getting Out Of Jail For Intoxication?” That’s When You Need A Drink The Most.

I Went Home Each Night Dizzy And Sick. He Was Murdering Me With The Sound Of His Voice.

There's A Bluebird In My Heart That Wants To Get Out.