Dogs like me. Kids like me. I don't have a dog and I don't have a kid. Do you suppose that the universe conspires to grant me the solitude to write my masterpiece. First off, what the heck is a masterpiece?
In my head, it's all jazz and it's all mirrored hallways. Valentine's Day came and went. They all do eventually. If there are no voices in your head, maybe you're just not paying attention. I hope to wake up one day believing in heaven. That one day I don't wake up, I suppose I'll find out. Or not.
What kind of world would it be with no Tina Turner?