I know a whole lot of really, really great people. I mean spectacular, extraordinary people. Brilliant, talented and fun. And with no exception that I've been able to find, they are all, like me, struggling with one thing or another.
Where do we get the idea that everyone else is having a great life and it is only we poor few who are receiving the coal for christmas? Damn strange that. Damn Strange.
I love my friends. Each and every one of them.
Where do we get the idea that everyone else is having a great life and it is only we poor few who are receiving the coal for christmas? Damn strange that. Damn Strange.
I love my friends. Each and every one of them.