I'm A Guy's Guy. I Don't Comb

I Don't Buy These Rag Magazines That Feed Off Of Stolen, You Know, Press. They're Basically Stealing Someone's Image In Order To Make Money For Themselves... They Wait At The End Of My Street In Their Cars. Every Time I Exit My Home, I Have Company.

I'm Happy Wherever I Go, Whatever I Do. I'm Happy In Iowa, I'm Happy Here In California.

The Power Of A Handwritten Letter Is Greater Than Ever. It's Personal And Deliberate And Means More Than An E-mail Or Text Ever Will. It Has A Unique Scent. It Requires Deciphering. But, Most Important, It's Flawed.

All The Really Successful, Happy Relationships That I Know Of, The People That Are Together Are Friends, Anyways.

One Of The Things I've Become Immune To Is People Talking About Market Cap And Social Media Platforms.