The truth is incontrovertible. Malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end, there it is.
Sometimes I pay for it, With the way I walk now, the things I did to my body wasn't supposed to be done. At 48 years old, it is saying, 'Hey, Earl, remember what you did to me?'.
I still think of my mum as being kind of a dork - a cooler one, but still a dork.