Only A Few Of Us Will Admit

I'm A Dad, I'm A Husband, I'm An Activist, I'm A Writer And I'm Just A Student Of The World.

I Remember My Son Wanted To Go To Bed With His Cowboy Boots On, And We Had This Fight For Like An Hour. Then I Realized That The Only Good Reason I Had For Him Not To Do It Is Because I Didn't Want Him To. There Was Really No Other Reason. And Finally I Said, "ok, Fine." It Was A Great Victory For Me, Because I Realized It Doesn't Really Matter.

When I Was Younger, I Was Always Described As Happy-go-lucky.

Since I'm Not Sure Of The Address To Which To Send My Gratitude, I Put It Out There In Everything I Do.

I Think We All Get Our Own Bag Of Hammers. We All Get Our Own Parkinson's. We All Have Our Own Thing. I Think That We'll Look At It Through The Filter Of That Experience, And We'll Say, "yeah, I Need To Laugh At My Stuff, Too."