David Arnold's Writing Is Both Heartfelt And

I Wasn't Certain Of Anything Anymore, Except That New Orleans Was A Faithless Friend And I Wanted To Leave Her.

I Planted A Seed Of Hatred In My Heart. I Swore It Would Grow To Be A Massive Tree Whose Roots Would Strangle Them All.

I Shut The Bathroom Door And Caught Sight Of My Face In The Mirror. I Had No Idea How Quickly It Was To Change, To Fade. If I Had, I Would Have Stared At My Reflection, Memorizing It. It Was The Last Time I Would Look Into A Real Mirror For More Than A Decade.

Sometimes There Is Such Beauty In Awkwardness. There's Love And Emotion Trying To Express Itself, But At The Time, It Just Ends Up Being Awkward.

Sometimes Kindness Can Be Delivered In A Clumsy Way. But It's Far More Sincere In Its Clumsiness Than Those Distinguished Men You Read About In Books. Your Father Was Very Clumsy.