Seems to me people are mean or evil because they're scared, mostly, or in pain, or afraid they're going to lose something.

Some selfish people rise because some kind people haven't learned the art of saying no to them.

Among the world's evils__ascism, ethnic cleansing, environmental degradation_ smoking deserves the most severe curricular attention in my kid's school.

When I was a boy, I naively thought that this thing called happiness would be something I would wake up to find every day once I could smoke, drink and fornicate.

I have a deep-down belief that there are folks in the world who are good through and through, and others who came in mean and will go out mean. It's like coffee. Once it's roasted, it all looks brown. Until you pour hot water on it and see what comes out. Folks get into hot water, you see what comes out.

5.57am and I__ finishing the last poem to the taste of the last cigarette. Smoke in my lungs, poetry on the paper. Inhale, exhale, it doesn__ get much easier.