While My Mind Is Flexible, These Brittle

If It Doesn't Work Out There Will Never Be Any Doubt That The Pleasure Was Worth All The Pain.

My Only Contact With The Outside World Was An Rca Victrola, And Elvis Would Sing, And Then I'd Dream About Expensive Cars.

We're Weird Roman Candles Burning Bright At Both Ends. At The End Of The Road's Where This Story Begins. Where The Green Of The Gulf Meets The Blue Of The Sea. What Makes It All Happen Is Still A Mystery To Me. But Those Crazy Days And Those Crazy Ways, We Never Want To Undo. We'll Be Together, Now And Forever.

Any Attempts At Autobiography Before The Age Of Eighty Seem Pretty Self-involved To Me. There Are A Lot Of Smart Middle Aged People But Not Many Wise Ones.

Is It Ignorance Or Apathy, I Forget The Lessons Taught To Me.