I Love The Process Of Being Alone

Take The Risk And Do Whatever You Can Do And Try Not To Get Caught. If You Do Get Caught, Do It Again.

I Feel Strong. Not Strong Enough To Face Myself, But Strong Enough To Keep Going.

My Life Has Been Like All The Lives, Long And Hard And Full Of Sadness And Confusion And Horror, A Frightening, Difficult Dream Punctuated By Brief Moments Of Joy. And As Is The Case With All People's Lives, The Moments Of Joy Are Never Often Enough And Never Long Enough.

When I See You, The World Stops. It Stops And All That Exists For Me Is You And My Eyes Staring At You. There's Nothing Else. No Noise, No Other People, No Thoughts Or Worries, No Yesterday, No Tomorrow. The World Just Stops, And It Is A Beautiful Place, And There Is Only You.

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)