The Price We Pay For Being Ourselves

I Sent My Daughter 40 Roses Last November Because I Thought She Was 40. And She Laughed Her Head Off. She Is Not Going To Be 40 Until This Year!

I'm A Dirt Person. I Trust The Dirt. I Don't Trust Diamonds And Gold.

Young Ghetto Boys Thought That In This Society, The Good Guys Lost And The Bad Guys Won.

I Used To Teach Dance Lessons.

I Used To Love It When I Walked Down The Street And Construction Workers Would Whistle.