A happy childhood... is the worst possible preparation for life.

William Bennett is my patron saint, one of them. Redd Foxx is another.

My dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover. ~ Falsely yours

If you ain't Texan, I ain't got time for you.

The teachers are getting screwed, blued, and tattooed by the system.