Me. A bad boy. For eating boiled peanuts in the graveyard. Go figure.

“As he lay on the couch, he reflected that he wanted to be the same kind of fath…”

“I know you loved her, but it's okay to let it go now. You know that, don't you?…”

“Poetry wasn't written to be analysed: it was meant to inspire without reason, t…”

“I may be older and wiser, I may have lived another life since then, but I know …”