You Burn A Man's Pickup, And He's

I Still Enjoy The Process Of Writing. If I Ever Feel Like I Am Going Through The Motions Because I Can Sell Anything At This Level, I Hope That Somebody, Somewhere Who I Trust Will Tell Me To Take A Break And Stop Because It's Sounding Old. But So Far, I Don't Feel Like I'm Boring Anyone.

I Struggle With Racism Every Day

And They Drank Heavily, Partied With Great Enthusiasm, And Relished The Drug Culture; They Moved In And Out And Slept Around, And This Was Okay Because They Defined Their Own Morality. They Were Fighting For The Mexicans And The Redwoods, Dammit! They Had To Be Good People!

Ten Years From Now I Plan To Be Sitting Here, Looking Out Over My Land. I Hope I'll Be Writing Books, But If Not, I'll Be On My Pond Fishing With My Kids. I Feel Like The Luckiest Guy I Know.

Once Again, I Was Reminded That Tally Was The Prettiest Girl I'd Ever Met, And When She Smiled At Me My Mind Went Blank. Once You've Seen A Pretty Girl Naked, You Feel A Certain Attachment To Her.