I believe that wishes come true or somewhere they do and that somewhere is out there, I can't be somewhere because I wished it was Friday and it's still flamin' Wednesday, perhaps somewhere's getting paid off and we're all getting weighed off with counterfeit coins.

The older I get the more something or other I get and that's becoming a problem but I forget why.

I do remember that this piece wasn't about this at all.

My mind's corroding, getting old, in a word or two, it's *******