You Can’t Trap Justice. It’s An Idea,

There's A Constant Chatter In Our House, Whether It's Giggling Or Screaming Or Crying Or Banging. I Love It. I Love It. I Love It. I Hate It When They're Gone. I Hate It. Maybe It's Nice To Be In A Hotel Room For A Day - 'oh, Nice, I Can Finally Read A Paper.' But Then, By The Next Day, I Miss That Cacophony, All That Life.

Self Improvement Is Masturbation. Now Self Destruction.

I Grew Up Very Religious, And I Don't Have A Great Relationship With Religion.

There Are No Secrets At Our House. We Tell The Kids, 'mom And Dad Are Going Off To Kiss.' They Go, 'eww, Gross!' But We Demand It.

I Keep Hearing I'm A Crazy Party Guy... I'm Not. I'm Boring... At Least By Party Standards.