Retirement in another country is your body is too racked with pain and your hands are too arthritic from the life in the rice patty fields, so you can’t work anymore.
So, one way or another, I found myself in a few movies. I take it seriously when I’m on the set, but I don’t take myself seriously as an actor.
Can you imagine telling a woman she can’t vote!? The women I hang out with would be going home with parts of your anatomy swinging from their rearview.
Most poets are elitist dregs more concerned with proving their skill with a dictionary than communicating ideas with impact.
I hate it when men go to strip bars. It lowers the rest of us that know if a man has to pay to see a woman naked, he is a loser and probably should get weeded out.
Everyone who knows me knows that I’m a hopeless romantic who listens to love ballads and doo-wop songs all the time.
Keep walking. Hot night right now, right here. All you have is what you are. All you want is much too much. All you get is so much less. All you feel is nothing. All you see is darkness. All you know is senseless and all you can do about it is ride.
I like the idea of going out with a woman and not doing anything, and just eating dinner and talking, and that’s cool, too. So, someone might look at me and say, “No way, man. He’s just banging strippers.” And I do that, but not all the time.
You know, we are one nation under a god. Yes, you were right. An angry, crack slinging god who decorates with bullets and spent condoms.
I have no pride about anything I have done. It’s just not the way I think about things. I do the work, always, as hard as I can, to the point of pain, injury, exhaustion, if that is what it takes. Once I am done, I move on.
I am the assasin of my dreams.
Creating problems is easy. We do it all the time. Finding solutions, ones that last and produce good results, requires guts and care.
Break from self rejection, try some introspection.
I’m a liar. I’ll rip your mind up. I’ll burn your soul, I’ll turn you in to me.
No time for drug addiction, no time for smoke or booze. Too strong for a shortened life span, I’ve got no time to lose.
Misery, depression, elation all mine, refine confinement all my design.
Life is a hurdle and you’ll never clear it. Death is the end of the ride and you fear it.
Sometimes you can get so far in yourself that you don’t know who you are.
Now you see how you are, the wisdom mixed in with all the scars.
Texas is as odd as it is vast.