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Words to a Young Self


Time.

It's precious, so don't you waste a second.

A wise man will see mistakes and learn another man's lesson.

The worse kind of weapon can be your lips and your tongue.

No; not a bomb.

Not a knife.

Not even a clip in a gun.

See the battle not fought is the easiest battle won, because no matter what you say or do, what's done CAN'T be undone.

Why try to get even?

The lucky numbers are odd.

Believe what you want, but a fool say's there is no God.

-Trane Spitta

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