I Wish I Was A Kid Again,

Things Are Rough All Over.

Let's Do It For Johnny

Writer's Were Supposed To Be A Litte Crazy

My Mother Was Physically And Emotionally Abusive. My Father Was An Extremely Cold Man.

It Seemed Funny That The Sunset She Saw From Her Patio And The One I Saw From The Back Steps Was The Same One. Maybe The Two Worlds We Lived In Weren’t So Different. We Saw The Same Sunset.