My two worlds were colliding and the friction of this set fire to my life. It was time to roast some wieners.

The thought of Annie being gone was too much to bear. I swear I heard gasps from the girls as Abby released the words of her passing to the screen.

My nine-month journey through this room I would describe as one of trauma, rage and deceit, all topped off with a splash of human bonding.

Some people follow. Some people lead. Some kick back and smoke some weed… and breathe.

Trial and error open the portal to perfection.

Like a butterfly stuck in a chrysalis, waiting for the perfect moment, I was waiting for the day I could burst forth and fly away and find my home.

The drummer is stereotypically the dumb guy. Maybe that's why I always respect drummers who do more than drum.

If one doesn't respect oneself one can have neither love nor respect for others.

One plus one equals three. When a man and woman marry they become one never two.

When our hatred is too alive puts us below what we hate.

I assume that to prevent illness in later life, you should never have been born at all.

Always obey your parents - when they are present.

I am fine with the fact that some of my hair is gray. If it was all gray overnight, that would be a scary thing.

When you say words a lot they don't mean anything. Or maybe they don't mean anything anyway, and we just think they do.

My mind is not suited to go much into company.