On the Seventh Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...
I fucked up by not having kids.
I worry about who will wipe my ass when I am old and infirm.
My dressing room is on the 7th floor. My ass looks great for almost 50.
Swinging is screwing with my creative source, so I make sure I create every day now.
I cleaned my apartment this last Spring and threw out/gave away ten hefties of shite.
My job makes me feel like skilled labor as opposed to an artist.
I'm feeding my belly not my soul...it's all good. A full belly is a good thing.