Later my father died up in Marysville. So my mother and I got in the car and came down to Hollywood.
It wasn't a problem for me drawing humans although I had originally come to...
My father was something of a rainbow-chaser.
I wanted to end my life so bad and was in my car ready to go down that ramp...
If you don't drink smoke or drive a car you're a tax evader.
He's computerized but I won't let him come on cold. I created KITT. I...
I am an artist. The track is my canvas and the car is my brush.
All the interests of my reason speculative as well as practical combine in the three following questions: 1. What can I know? 2. What ought I to do? 3. What may I hope?
