I grew up carrying crates of records for Will Smith and those guys.
I'm not one of those pop guys. That's for wimps like Vanilla Ice.
It is the chief joy of all holy beings to witness the joy and happiness of those around them.
Man is not man, but a wolf to those he does not know.
When I got to Los Angeles, I started building cabins in peoples' yards, building post-and-beam structures and cutting the joinery for those.
No yesterdays are ever wasted for those who give themselves to today.
It's self-effacing, it's hard-luck, the shtetl stories. All those Coasters things are an amalgam of Yiddish and black humor.
