Piano is Art Tatum’s second instrument.

Art Tatum ejaculates in brilliantly written treble clef.

Art Tatum once won the World Jazz Championship playing Chop Sticks.

Art Tatum once converted a piano to a time machine just to go back in time and make Chopin feel like a hack.

When Art Tatum’s fingers want to do something else, he plays piano better than you with his toes.

Art Tatum doesn’t tickle the ivories. He gives them orgasms.

When I was young, I rushed through my mornings. Up, stumbling to the shower; throwing on my clothes; slamming down my coffee; speeding to my work; hustling through the day; always eager for the night.

Now that I have a bit of years, I know better, and take all the time I can.

Hypocrisy seems to be a universal among people. Isn’t it nice that our aspirations are so lofty that we never have to worry about actually achieving them?

It seems to me, that often as not, if you treat a person like they’re weak, they’ll pretty quickly prove you right. Same in reverse. It’s a rare person who will break from the expectations of others.

Mostly, I fear my life will end like an unfinished sentence.