"Yeah, this whole day threw up some tickets, but none I'd ever choose. The sky's so heavy it hangs like a beer gut; It's spilling stuff on my shoes. Don't get me wrong, I ain't complaining, I've still got my leg like a cheap Christmas tree. But if I've got faith why am I so scared of everybody dying on me?"
~Tim Rogers
That about sums it up.
~Tim Rogers
That about sums it up.