People that don't know me get 'Mossed'. It means, I was gonna go home, but then I just got led astray. In the best possible way, of course. I mean, it's always fun, and a good time.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Travel and society polish one, but a rolling stone gathers no moss, and a little moss is a good thing on a man.
I tell people that I've now done one decent thing in my life. Albeit inadvertently.
When you're out of sight for as long as I was, there's a funny feeling of betrayal that comes over people when they see you again.
Restless, and in desperate need of adventure, I quit my job at an insurance company to travel west with a couple of guys I smoked pot with, scandalizing my family.
I've always said that one night, I'm going to find myself in some field somewhere, I'm standing on grass, and it's raining, and I'm with the person I love, and I know I'm at the very point I've been dreaming of getting to.
The penalty of success is to be bored by people who used to snub you.
The penalty of success is to be bored by the attentions of people who formerly snubbed you.
A rolling stone gathers no moss, but it gains a certain polish.
I'm used to packing up and leaving, to condensing myself into a digestible version because people don't have much time to get to know me.
I will come to know when my time's up, and when it is, I will exit gracefully. I will not hang around till I am kicked out.