It was absolutely killing me that I've spent the first 25 years of my life tryin' to avoid bullets. That was always the main concern. Don't go out late. Don't go to any shady neighborhoods. Don't hang in bars alone. Why? Because you wanna avoid bullets. So once I get to 35 then I was like "Woo, okay. Made it. " And now there's a new warning. Now it's like strokes; I gotta watch my health.
The grossest form of this injury of the body to ornament it, is in tattooing. Next, the piercing the ear all around its rim, piercing the nose and the lips to introduce rings or bars of jewelry.
A man walks into a bar, and he said OUCH, cause it was an iron bar.
Lenny Breau played more great stuff at one time than anybody on the planet. . . with feeling and tone. He was the best that ever lived, bar none.
I remember even getting kicked out of a bar once because I was too loud and obnoxious.
I'm a glutton for coffee Heath Bar crunch ice cream.
It was a salad bar of phobias
It doesn't really exist, this Frat Pack. We run into each other on occasions and we all like each other's films, I guess, but there isn't some big funny restaurant or bar where we all hang out. At least, if there is, they haven't invited me.
I was in one bar band from 1965 to '69, then I was in another one from 1970 to '79 - a 9-year bar band!
A dead afternoon in a dark bar was not the worst of fates.
I like to go to bars and bang really ugly girls, I just like to, I'm just a sick guy.
I am invisible in gay bars.
If you call someone up on a mistake - if the drummers put an extra beat in a bar or something - you have a lot more authority if you can show them how to do it right.
I can make a record like the [previous] one I put out, but I don't want to do that because I want to set the bar so high for myself. I don't want to do it like everyone else.
A horrid alcoholic explosion scatters all my good intentions like bits of limbs and clothes over the doorsteps and into the saloon bars of the tawdriest pubs.
English is the product of a Saxon warrior trying to make a date with an Angle bar-maid, and as such is no more legitimate than any of the other products of that conversation.
[Washington is a] very gossipy little village of people all going to the same bars. . . all watching each other having affairs with each other
If you want to be your best, spend a lot of time exploring what is more than enough. Push yourself until the bar is lying immobile across your chest. Push yourself right off the edge of your capacity.
Now, have I ever been tempted to break into a Krispy Kreme doughnut store in the middle of the night? Oh, yeah. God help us if I had a mini-bar stocked with cheesecake and chicken-fried steak.
What I really like about Cuba is that you can go into a local bar in a provincial town and you'll get jazz played at the highest standard - played often a cappella, or certainly with no amplification or whatever. Even if you are not knowledgeable about music, and I am not, you can find yourself really enjoying it.