Everybody tells me that someday I'm going to write a book about the things that have happened in my life. Every once in a while a line comes to me that (in my head) sounds like it would be good in an autobiography. I think I may be starting a new potential ongoing series by sharing a couple of those lines with you know.
"... and that's when I realized that not everyone could instantly identify a portrait of Martin Luther."
"Michael Jackson died on my 28th birthday... at the pub while we were celebrating, the televisions paused their ongoing tributes to him in order to show us live coverage of the moving of his dead body. It was great birthday party fodder."