Every drawer, every chest, every cabinet has memories that are far too sweet to be considered sad. If only I could remember what little boys and little girls are made of. One thing I know- their hearts are right. Supple. Pure.
Now, I'm in the love business and my goal is to save the world. I've been at it for awhile. You laugh but the world's still here. I don't claim to be good at it but, then again, they haven't locked me up.
Probably explains why I don't like to go places where they shake my hand and ask, "What do you do?"