Words can be so beautiful sometimes but yet, they can also be dark too. But in the end it is what’s said that matters.

Andrew W.K is an inspiration to us all. We could all learn a thing or two if we just sat down and listened to the sweet, sweet words coming from Mr. W.K.’s mouth. Thank you, Andrew W.K., you have touched me and I am sure you have touched countless others in the past. Mr. W.K. thank you so very much for the words of inspiration and good night! P.S. I will keep the party going while I sleep.

Mommy is in the kitchen-cooking up something good.

Daddy is on the sofa-pride of the neighborhood.

My brother is the ballet- seems he’s got it set.

I’m still up at midnight- with my cigarette.

When I was a sophomore in high school my Grandfather passed away. While my family gathered together in the funeral home, my Grandmother was sitting on a couch staring at the open casket and crying her eyes out. Then, a very sweet young girl came and sat next to her. After taking a seat, she pulled out pieces of candy from her pocket and handed then to my Grandmother to make her feel better and stop crying. Just like her mother would do to her.

To this day when I think about that I smile.