It's My Job To Be Better Than

My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus. It's That Kind Of Morning.

When The Good Times Come Around, They Gallup In Like Wild Horses. You Just Try To Stay On Them For As Long As You Can. And When They Throw You Offyou Just Wait In The Shade Until They Come Around Again.

Bryl-cream, A Little Dab Will Do You.

Instinct Taught Me 20 Years Ago To Pace A Song Or A Concert Performance. That Translates Into Pacing A Story, Pleasing A Reading Audience.

Some Make The World Go Round; Others Watch It Turn.