Doug Cooper

I__ like a fish in a pool, turning quickly to avoid what challenges it. My only decision is whether to go right or left to sidestep confrontation.

Nothing worse than someone who goes to the dance, is excited to dance, dances all night, and then complains all the next day about his feet being sore.

Word has traveled quickly that just because you're on island doesn't mean you have to be stranded---as long as you have cash.

Now I feel free, and hope is creeping back. Maybe because I'm paying attention to what I have rather than what's missing.

Variety may be the spice of life, but consistency pays the bills.

All that remains is to forge the #commitment. Regardless of how right everything feels, words never last.

I'm learning quickly, once you quit one thing, it gets easier and easier just to leave situations rather than deal with shit.

Questions from earlier circle like buzzards. Am I running away or moving forward?

Silence has built walls, walls that I attempt to break by pedaling faster, only to be imprisoned a hundred feet down the road.