Sometimes you walk hand in hand with you're beliefs.
Sometimes you carry you're beliefs through hard times.
Sometimes you're beliefs drag you through the muck and the mire and you come out the better fore it.
And sometimes you stuff you're beliefs in a fox hole and go get a hot dog. Or a few shots of Jack Daniels.
What ever works.
I don't care what it means or who decorates the scenes. The problem is more with my sense of pride. Because it keeps me thinking "me" Instead of what it is to be. I 'm not a passenger, I am the ride. Chris Smither