The Problem Was You Had To Keep

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

No Matter How Little A Man Has He Will Find That He Will Always Settle For Less.

And There I Was, 225 Pounds, Perpetually Lost And Confused, Short Legs, Ape-like Upper Body, All Chest, No Neck, Head Too Large, Blurred Eyes, Hair Uncombed, 6 Feet Of Geek, Waiting For Her.

Drinking Is An Emotional Thing. It Joggles You Out Of The Standardism Of Everyday Life, Out Of Everything Being The Same.

Writing About A Writer's Block Is Better Than Not Writing At All