The Idea That Anybody Was Forced, Or

The Question Was, Which Would The Chemo Kill First: The Cancer Or Me?

Cycling Is A Sport Of The Open Road And Spectators Are Lining That Road.

Pain Is Temporary. Eventually It Will Subside. If I Quit, However, The Surrender Stays With Me.

I Didn't Live A Lot Of Lies, But I Lived One Big One.

Your Past Forms You, Whether You Like It Or Not. Each Encounter And Experience Has Its Own Effect, And You're Shaped The Way The Wind Shapes A Mesquite Tree On A Plain.