I did my best for you, son. I gave you all I had. More than anything I wanted to pass on to you the one heritage of the men of our family, a certain quality of spirit, a gaiety, a sense of duty, a nobility worn lightly, a sweetness, a gentleness with women—the only good things the South ever had and the only things that really matter in this life. Ah well. How did it happen that none of this ever meant anything to you?
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Posted December 9, 2009 at 1:54pm
Work was the last purpose they had, and they held on to it. After all, they needed to eat, even if they weren’t sure they wanted to live." On that note, getting me some Red Mango…that mochi is off the chain.
Most of the writers I know work every day, in obscurity close to poverty, trying to say one thing well and true. Day in and day out, they labor to find their voice, to learn their trade, to understand nuance and pace. And then, facing a sea of rejections, they hear about something like Barbara Bush’s dog getting a book deal.
Posted September 14, 2009 at 9:59am
You know what I wish? That there was a food item that tastes like how sauteeing onions and garlic smell.
Posted September 8, 2009 at 12:09pm
Diatribe? What diatribe? I keep it real and my ladies do the same, high class bitches that be crazy in the brain.
Posted September 7, 2009 at 11:20am
It was as a teenager in Indiana that Rose first met Jeffrey Dean Isbell, better known by the stage name Izzy Stradlin. This is a much better name. Stradlin would go on to write most of Guns N’ Roses’ music including all of its hits. This probably has a lot to do with why it took Axl Rose 17 years to produce his next original album after Straddlin left the band.
Posted August 25, 2009 at 4:55pm