You can't start worrying about what's going to happen. You get spastic enough worrying about what's happening now.
I was gladly cuffed, shackled, loaded into the caged bus and driven through the main gate of Bare Hill Correctional Facility for what I pray to God will be forever.
It is art that makes life, makes interest, makes importance and I know of no substitute whatever for the force and beauty of its process.

