My Dad Was Good With Actions.

My Dad Died Of A Stroke.

What Have I Done? I've Blundered My Way Through Life. So I Have My Picture On The Wall. The Minute I Die, That Picture Will Start To Yellow And Fade And Eventually Be Gone. Blown In The Wind And Become Part Of The Molecular Structure Of Something Else. These Things We See As "success," They're Non-accomplishments.

Your Cadence Is Your Music.

I Love Living In Los Angeles.

I Got On A Horse When I Was About 12 Years Of Age, And Started Galloping Around. My Mother Came Up Said "where Did You Learn To Ride A Horse?" I Said "this Is The First Time I've Ever Been On A Horse" I Just Knew, I Just Felt The Horse.