To Say That You Can't See Echoes

On My First Day In Jail, A Three Hundred Pound Man Named Porterhouse Hit Me In The Back Of The Head With A Metal Tray. I Was Standing In Line For Lunch And I Didn't See It Coming. I Went Down. When I Got Up, I Turned Around And Started Throwing Punches." (james Frey, Pg.1)

There's Something, I Think, That Gets Lost When We Write Something - Something Gets Lost In The Translation. So I Speak Everything Out, And It's More Important How It Sounds. And Applying That To More Formal Aspects Of Writing.

Writing's Not Precious To Me. It's Not A Thing That Requires Specific Environment. You Know, It's My Job. Just Like Anybody With A Job, You Have To Do Your Job When You Don't Feel Like It, Regardless Of How Good Or Bad The Conditions Are, Regardless Of How Good Or Bad You Might Feel On Any Particular Day.

I Turn And I Slowly Walk Away And I Don't Look Back. It Has Always Been A Fault Of Mine, But It Is The Way I Am. I Never Look Back. Never.

A Miracle Is Changing Someone's Life. Freeing Them From Whatever Bonds Them. Giving Them The Gift Of Being Able To Live The Way They Dream Of Living.