I am starting to have a passionate love affair with Ernest Hemingway. Jacki, please don't get jealous. I never thought this would happen. I didn't think he was my type. When I first met the guy, I thought he was a jerk. Pretty cold, too. With that iceberg thing and all.
When Chris Cornell was screaming "Show Me How to Live" on stages across the world, he should've been reading EH. Less money and chicks, but ultimately more rewarding than whining about your existence.
I promise that is the last time I'll mention audioknave in a post here.