He's The Sort Of Guy That Gets

The Haight Is Just A Place; The '60s Was A Spirit.

Take What You Can Use And Let The Rest Go By.

What The Chronics Are - Or Most Of Us - Are Machines With Flaws Inside That Can't Be Repaired, Flaws Born In, Or Flaws Beat In Over So Many Years Of The Guy Running Head-on Into Solid Things That By The Time The Hospital Found Him He Was Bleeding Rust In Some Vacant Lot.

It Is Just As Much An Offense To Take Offense As It Is To Give Offense.

It Is Bad To Suppress Laughter. It Goes Back Down To Your Hips. Man, When You Lose Your Laugh You Lose Your Footing.