I Don't Have A Master. I'm Not

Worry About The Things You Can Control; The Rest Will Either Work Themselves Out, Or They'll Kill You. Either Way, No More Worries.

Somehow I Think Trophy Wives Wear More Makeup And Less Cutlery. But Hey, I Haven't Ever Met A Trophy Wife, Maybe I'm Wrong. Maybe They Know What I Know, That The True Way To A Man's Heart Is Six Inches Of Metal Between His Ribs.

When You Spend All Your Time Worrying That The Devil Is Right Behind You, Eventually You Start Seeing Him Whether He's There Or Not.

If You're Open To It, New Orleans Will Teach You About Yourself, But If You Want To Hide From Who You Really Are, The City Will Help You Do That, Too.

I'd Made Sure I Knew His Name. You Shouldn't Ask People To Die For You If You Don't At Least Know Their Name.