You can't choose your destiny... It chooses you.
They told the Doolin-Dalton Gang where to go. Then...they went with them.
No man. No job. No cat.
The Story of a Nation on the March staged by Destiny in a land blasted by the crimson thumb print of disaster (Print Ad- Knickerbocker Press, ((Albany NY)) 20 June 1926)
Some Friendships are an Acquired Taste
Hollywood...It's a dirty town but someone has to do it!
Listen to your heart.
Play it. Sing it. Shout it. Feel it.
I am a fugitive! I am hunted by the mob! I am wanted by the cops! I am forgotten by decent women! (re-release print ad)
Sit back and relax.