...and You're The Only One Who Knows.

I See The Winos Talking To Themselves And I Can Understand.

We All End In The Ocean. We All Start In The Streams. We're All Carried Along, By The River Of Dreams.

Oh, She Takes Care Of Herself. She Can Wait If She Wants. She's Ahead Of Her Time. Oh, And She Never Gives Out. And She Never Gives In. She Just Changes Her Mind.

When I See An Entire Community Disenfranchised, It Disturbs Me. Not That I'm A Message Guy, Per Se. I Write About People. I Like To Write About Human Beings, Not Crap Political Rhetoric. I've Tried To Avoid That All My Life. When I Wrote About Soldiers In Vietnam, I Wasn't Trying To Make A Political Statement. I Was Trying To Write About How Screwed Things Were For Soldiers, And How They Still Are.

I Was Drawn To Boxing Because I Got Beat Up As A Kid. I Was The Kid With The Piano Books In A New York Neighbourhood.