We see him walking through the Pearly Gates tipping his hat.

I live my life as if I were to die today, and when they ask me at the pearly gates how I lived my life; I'll point to him and say, I did it his way; the James Dean way.

He's Mr. Cool Cat, walking through the dugout with his hat pulled down, baggy pants down.

There are no gates anymore. Everyone is walking around armed with sticks, pipes, chains, knives.

But the beauty is in the walking -- we are betrayed by destinations.

I want to have a family and I'd like to live in a lovely big house, with a massive driveway and gates and loads of kids.