I've Been Shucked And Gone To Heaven.

Oh, I'm Good. Seriously, After All These Years, You'd Think I Would Stop Amazing Myself. But Here I Am, Still Doing It.

When Someone Is Close By, You Just Know It.

Yeah, You're A Regular Mozart...well, Except For The Whole Music Thing.

I Sent A Lot Of Publishing Ideas To My Publisher, About 30 Of Them. Each Time Except 3, I Got A "rejection Letter". This Is Basically What A Rejection Letter Is Like: Hello Pathetic Moron, We Read Your Book. It Sucked. Don't Send Us Another One. If You Do, We Will Run Over Your Grandmother With A Bus. Don't Do It. From, Your Publisher

He Didn't Care About The Others Anymore. The Chaos Around Him Seemed To Siphon Away His Humanity, Turn Him Into An Animal. All He Wanted Was To Survive, Make It To That Building, Get Inside. Live. Gain Another Day.