Give Me Good Writing, And I'll Play

There's Not A Single Job In This Town. There's Nothin', Nada, Zip. Unless You Wanna Workforty Hours A Week.

I Don't Watch Dailies. I Don't Pretend Not To Read Reviews, I Just Don't. I Wait For It To Come On The Air, Just Like Everybody Else.

I Went To Walter Reed Hospital A Couple Of Times To Visit Wounded Soldiers, Kids With No Legs And One Arm. You Start To Question Some Things.

There Is No Best Anything In Art.

Nothing Seems To Matter But Ourselves. That's Not How I Was Brought Up. I Don't Recognize The Country I Live In Anymore.