Everybody that's living in this earth is living in a situation. It's not narrow-minded to the point where everybody is serious and nobody has a personality. I think people die telling jokes.

They have what you call a black night where they have black people come in for just one night only to watch comedy, and you get all your local drug dealers, thugs, prostitutes, all of them come in, sit down, and listen to you tell jokes. They the hardest people to make laugh.

A narrow mind and a fat head invariably come on the same person.

When two people are in love, everything is split down the middle. When some people think different from thier partner, things get stressful and love will die slowly

I think that I'm serious, but I don't think that I'm inordinately bleak.

I've been with this young lady for about two years now, and my life changed. I don't even think that way no more. I feel good, too, that I'm changed. Now I feel regular. I feel like I'm supposed to.