America is at that awkward stage it's too late to work within the system but too early to shoot the bastards.
You take somebody that cries their goddam eyes out over phoney stuff in the movies and nine times out of ten they're mean bastards at heart.
I tried to drown my sorrows but the bastards learned how to swim and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.
All I want is a gentleman. I'm sick to bloody death of bastards.
My earliest memory is seeing Michael Jackson in Melbourne with my sister when I was about ten. I still have this souvenir stick with a glove that would light up and make a peace sign in a bunch of different colors. I'm so happy my mom didn't throw that out.