Life of the Mind

My Demise, Oh My Demise. Falling Rain on Rooftops Will Be Their Firing Squad's Drum Roll, for When Humanity Finally Begins to Consume Itself It Will Begin in California

I Have Always Wanted to Kick Down a Door Until I Realized Nothing Good Would Come Out of It

And the Critic Wrote: At the Conclusion of This Young Writers Overly Dark Comedy Nothing Is Resolved Leaving Much Room for a Sequel

"Am I a Doctor" You Ask? Well Why Do You Think Everyone Calls Me Doc, Because People Are Always Pulling Their Ships Into Me?

Makin' Love Under the Noon Day Sun: A Lesson in Cardiology