There's anger in my joints, and fight in my knuckles. Come close and hear them speak.

Wealth can't buy everything. Character and hunger are two of them. I'd rather have my kids grow up in the gutter and come out with some character and hunger, than be raised in the lap of luxury not knowing what the hell either of em were if they smacked him up side the head.

In hell someone may say, "I thirst", but no one will bring them sour wine. Eternal thirst never to be quenched. Frightening.

To the Northeast:

I owe you a million words of thanks.

Why did vintage become cool, and antique chic?

Lesson: communication prevents frustration.

Trust not in man