Those Who Say They Want To Be

You Make Your Own Luck, Gig. You Know What Makes A Good Loser? Practice.

A Girl Came In The Cafe And Sat By Herself At A Table Near The Window. She Was Very Pretty With A Face Fresh As A Newly Minted Coin If They Minted Coins In Smooth Flesh With Rain-freshened Skin, And Her Hair Black As A Crow's Wing And Cut Sharply And Diagonally Across Her Cheek.

[never Give Up Hope. Never Give In To Pessimism. Never Despair.] No Horse Named Morbid Ever Won A Race!

Write Drunk; Edit Sober.

The Writer's Job Is To Tell The Truth.