There's Damsels In Distress Out There, And

If I Don't Die By Thursday, I'll Be Roaring Friday Night.

If There’s A Heaven For Me, I’m Sure It Has A Beach Attached.

When They Tried To Draft Me, I Earned A College Degree.

Grief Is Like The Wake Behind A Boat. It Starts Out As A Huge Wave That Follows Close Behind You And Is Big Enough To Swamp And Drown You If You Suddenly Stop Moving Forward. But If You Do Keep Moving, The Big Wake Will Eventually Dissipate. And After A Long Time, The Waters Of Your Life Get Calm Again, And That Is When The Memories Of Those Who Have Left Begin To Shine As Bright And As Enduring As The Stars Above.

Surrounded By Stories Surreal And Sublime, I Fell In Love In The Library Once Upon A Time.