I think too much and cry too little.  I don’t really care if you don’t love me back but I do care that you didn’t recycle.  When I look at you I can’t see color, I can’t see gay or straight.  All I see is love or hate.  Politics bores me music excites me!  I believe my pig is the only one who truly understands me.  Fear and excitement are not in my repertoire of emotions.  I chew my lip when I’m nervous, rub my feet together when I’m tiered and run when I’m angry.  Sometimes to me black becomes white; up becomes down and nothing in my world in normal.  I’ve shaken hands with angels and hugged devils.  I’m a Reverend and my faith is strong.  What the hell…. love me anyways, I do!