The Status Quo Sucks.

The Older I Got, The More Apparent It Became That My Mother Was Losing Control Over Me. She Fought Back Fiercely With Black Moods, Silent Treatments And Martyrdom. And, Of Course, All She Did Was Run My Ass Out Of The House Even Quicker. The Pressure Was Unbearable.

So You Become 21, Turn 30, Push 40, Reach 50 And Make It To 60.

If No One Knows When A Person Is Going To Die, How Can We Say He Died Prematurely?

It's All Bullshit, Folks And It's Bad For Ya.

I Don't Own A Camera, So I Travel With A Police Sketch Artist.