There’s No Doubt In My Mind That

To Be Just Without Being Mad (and The Madder You Get The Madder You Get), To Be Peaceful Without Being Stupid, To Be Interested Without Being Compulsive, To Be Happy Without Being Hysterical... Smoke Grass.

We'd Just Shared The Last Beer And Slung The Empty Can Out The Window At A Stop Sign And Were Just Waiting Back To Get The Feel Of The Day, Swimming In That Kind Of Tasty Drowsiness That Comes Over You After A Day Of Going Hard At Something You Enjoy Doing -- Half Sunburned And Half Drunk And Keeping Awake Only Because You Wanted To Savor The Taste As Long As You Could.

Loved. You Can't Use It In The Past Tense. Death Does Not Stop That Love At All.

Men Are Forever Eager To Press Drink Upon Those They Consider Their Superiors, Hoping Thereby To Eliminate That Distinction Between Them.... And Women, When Confronted By Superiors, Substitute For Drink The Crippling Liquor Of Their Sex.

I'd Rather Be A Lightning Rod Than A Seismograph.