At The End Of The Day It's

People Do What They Do To Each Other And They Feed On It.

Everyone I Love I Pay.

The Other Day My Twelve-year-old Says To Me, I Don't Feel Like I'm With You Right Now. You're In The Car With Me, You're Checking Your E-mail, You're Not Listening To Me, I Don't Feel Like I'm With You. And I Say, You Know What? That Was Your Mother's Gripe, Too. And She Was Right. And You're Also Correct. When You Cop To Something, You Get To The Next Level. In This Case, The Next Level Is: I Just Learned Something From My Twelve-year-old.

I Have The Brain Of A German Shepherd And The Body Of A 16-year-old Boy; They’re Both In My Car And I Want You To See Them

As Time Goes On, The More I Value Doctors And Plumbers. Doctors A Little More. I Can Fix My Own Toilet But I Still Can't Operate On Myself.